Chapter One – The Beginning

After 3 years together and 12 months in the planning, our wedding day was picture perfect. Set in the grounds of her family home with Lake George shimmering like glass in the summer sunshine. The photographer said she had never attended such a perfect setting.

The party lasted well in to the night until we both collapsed, exhausted in a heap. We cemented our new marriage in the traditional way before finishing the last of our champagne and falling asleep in each other’s arms. We were jetting off on our honeymoon to Thailand in the morning, somewhere both Jenny and I had always dreamt of visiting. We were happy and excited with our whole lives ahead of us.

Jenny and I had always wanted children. It was largely the focus of our discussions on the flight over to Phuket. It felt like I wanted kids more than she did but we both wanted to be parents and she wasn’t being pressured in to it. I couldn’t stop smiling when Jenny suggested she would stop her birth control and we would start getting busy becoming parents.

The first week in Thailand was sensational. The scenery, the food, the sex! I joked that we didn’t have to become parents right away but I wasn’t complaining about the trying. I had never been happier and was so excited about the Jet Ski safari we had planned the next day.
We took a boat out to the Jet Ski hire centre but Jenny felt queasy. It was probably the rough sea but she joked it could be morning sickness. She didn’t feel up to going on the Jet Skis but was happy to sunbathe and watch whilst I had a go.

Having never been on a Jet Ski before it took me some time to get used to it. I fell off a couple of times but finally got the hang of it. I waved to Jenny, distracted just for a second whilst she waved back then suddenly a bang. Everything went black. A young Australian tourist was showing off on his Jet Ski, had lost control and hit me from the side. I don’t remember a thing about it.

I came to my senses back in USA. My wife was sat by my bed side and wept as she explained what had happened. I had been medically evacuated back to America; I had been unconscious for 2 weeks, there was a lot of damage to my brain – I was 24 years old and I would never walk again. It took 4 months before I was well enough to return home.
It took a year to properly convert our home to make it easier for me. My father-in-law took care of everything even installing an elevator on to the external side of our home so I could get up/down floors. It took some getting used to but I had lost all feeling and movement from the waist down. I would often drink heavily and my wife would have to call her father to come round and help get me to bed.

I lost a lot of weight; I wasn’t eating properly and I was depressed. Over time my friends would visit me less often and even my best friend (and Best Man) Dawson stopped coming. He had recently got married himself and I didn’t go to his wedding – I think he was mad at me as we had always agreed to be each other’s “Best Man”.

One day my father-in-law, Frank, took it up on himself to pull up a chair and give me “A Talk”. He explained that I had years of my life ahead of me and I needed to start thinking about the lives of those around me who I was upsetting. Of course, he meant Jenny. I confided that the thing that pained me the most was that I wasn’t able to “perform my husband duties in the bedroom”. My condition meant I was unable to ever have children of my own. Frank suggested I discuss this Jenny to see how she felt about this as there were other options available to us.

Jenny was brilliant. She hugged me and we wept and we agreed we would look in to sperm donation but it was clear from the outset that Jenny really didn’t want to go through with it. She hated the idea of being a mother to a child and not knowing the father. She wouldn’t be able to properly love a child if she didn’t know who the father was. She was getting used to the idea of never having children.

Dawson visited a few days later. He didn’t bring beer as Jenny had told him about my drink problem. We talked for hours and I confided in him about wanting to be parents but Jenny not wanting an anonymous sperm donation. Without thinking he immediately joked, and he meant it as a joke;

“Well, you just need a sperm donation from someone you know and trust”.

A light bulb went off in my head.

I was expecting Jenny to immediately dismiss the idea but she didn’t. The only drawback was finding a donor and the costs involved in insemination were quite high. Plus, there was never any guarantee as to how many attempts were needed.

“Well, what if it’s not artificially inseminated?” I asked.

Over the coming weeks we discussed this at length. We ran through a list of men we knew and found a reason to dismiss them all. The only person we both trusted enough to even raise the idea with was Dawson.
After choking on his coffee, he said that, as a newly married man he and his new wife were already trying to have a baby themselves and his wife would never agree to such a thing. He also said he would feel uncomfortable making love with his best friend’s wife. Jenny agreed.

“What if you didn’t make love?” I asked. “What if Jenny and I were to go upstairs and hug on the bed, you start rubbing yourself down here, and when you are ready to cum just come up to the bedroom and cum inside Jenny. No sex, no foreplay, just a deposit?”

“What, now?” asked Dawson

“Sure” I said looking across at a reluctant Jenny “We can make this really private; Jenny and I will cover ourselves up, Jenny will lay on top of me and you just have to walk in and deposit your cum in her whenever you’re ready. It will take a few seconds at most and Jenny can keep her modesty. We will never speak of this again and your wife will never know”

Jenny was waiting for me when the elevator doors opened. She was really unsettled but agreed to give it a go on the basis that she knew how happy being a father would make me. She could see my direction of travel into depression and becoming a father would change that.

We went to our bedroom and Jenny helped me out of my chair and on to the bed. She was shaking. She turned off the main lights and turned on the side lamp. She lay on top of me and we embraced. She removed her jeans and pulled the bed cover over us both - told me how much she loved me. We hadn’t been this close since my accident and her smell reminded me of just how much I missed her. I began to drift off to sleep until I heard the bedroom door open.

Footsteps slowly approached the bed and I pulled Jenny tight to me. I heard the covers being lifted up and Jenny raised her hips until she was on all fours. She kissed my lips as I heard knicker elastic snap, Jenny was thrown forward on to me as Dawson thrust himself deep inside. He groaned for a few seconds, replaced the cover over Jenny then stepped back from the bed. He shut the door behind him and we fell asleep embracing.

The next morning was odd and Jenny and I went about our day as if nothing had happened. We didn’t discuss what had happened with Dawson but I felt a wave of positivity that finally something good was coming in my life.

A couple of weeks went by and the pregnancy strips still showed as negative. Jenny shrugged and said it was good that we had tried but often it can take months for a couple to get pregnant.

“Then we try again” I said.

I tried to call Dawson but he didn’t pick up. I left voicemails for him which he didn’t return. We hadn’t spoken since he had been around to visit us. I told Jenny and she said that she had been messaging him and he was really unsettled by what we had asked him to do and she wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t returning my call. I took the nuclear option and left a message with Dawsons wife for him to call me.

He was angry when he called saying I had no right to speak to his wife. He was demanding that I tell him if I had told her what he had done with Jenny. I suggested that he needed to calm down and come round to talk – he finished work and headed over.

“Just one more time Dawson” I said.

Jenny sat quietly and didn’t even look up.

“Please Buddy, I am sure it will work next time. Please just do this one thing for me and once Jenny is pregnant I will never ask you to do anything for me ever again”. Dawson didnt take much convincing.

Like before Jenny met me as the elevator lift door opened. She lifted me on to the bed and passed me her vibrator. I was surprised but Jenny explained that she had read a book in which it said the chances of conception were higher if the woman was sexually aroused. She lay on top of me like before but this time removed all her lower clothes. She was still self-conscious about Dawson seeing her naked so she left her top clothes on and pulled our cover over us. I turned the vibrator on and worked it around her clit. I set the speed slightly higher as I inserted it in to her. She began panting and rocking back and forth on the vibrator. Jenny closed her eyes. It was the first orgasm she had had since Thailand and my hands were wet. She was kissing me as the bedroom door opened.

I was able to see over Jenny’s shoulder and looked Dawson straight in the eye. I mouthed “Thank you” to him. He approached the bed with his cock in his left hand. He came over to the bed and lifted back the covers and stepped back. He stood for a moment taking in the sight of my wife’s ass in the air being fucked by a vibrator. I pulled her close to me and we both braced ourselves for his thrust. Her vulnerability and uncomfortableness were clear by her body shaking. She had never even so much as been topless at the beach before now and here she was on all fours being fucked by a vibrator in front of someone who wasn’t her husband.

Dawson approached the bed and I removed the vibrator. Dawson grabbed it from my hand, I thought it was because it was in his way. It was only when Jenny continued moaning and panting that I realised he was using it to fuck her. Again, I peered over her shoulder and saw Dawson sat on the bed, his left arm moving rhythmically around as he pleasured Jenny with the toy.

We had discussed that our arrangement was always supposed to be “clinical” and “quick”. He was supposed to just come in and deposit his cum in Jenny. No love making, no fooling around. Dawson was going off script and I didn’t know what to do.

“What you doing Dawson?” I asked

“I am supposed to be getting my own wife pregnant” Dawson said “And save my cum for her”.

There was a pause as he removed the vibrator from inside Jenny and moved it on to her clit. She moaned and dug her fingernails in to my neck. His left hand fucking my wife with a vibrator, his right hand stroking his cock.

“But if you want Jenny here to get pregnant with my cum, then its going to be on my terms and my terms only”

Dawson let go of his cock and pulled his cell phone from his pants pocket. Jenny was really enjoying whatever he was doing. Dawson unlocked the phone with one swipe of his thumb before lifting it up and pointing it at Jenny’s ass. I knew what he was doing the second the LED light came on. He was masterfully fucking Jenny with a vibrator in his left hand whilst filming it with his right. I froze and didn’t know what to do. A few minutes went by and Jenny was starting to orgasm, so he dropped the vibrator. It hit the floor with a bang and continued making a buzzing noise on the wooden floor.

Dawson stood up and smacked her ass cheek with his hand which made him chuckle. He began stroking his cock and rotated the phone into portrait mode. Jenny groaned as he entered her. Her body shook. The agreement was that Dawson was only supposed to be inside Jenny at the last second as he came, but this time he decided he wanted to fuck her properly. He started to sweat the longer he went on, I was expecting Jenny to object and call for him to stop, but she didn’t. She started to push back against him every time he entered her.

Dawson fucked her for several minutes and filmed the entire thing on his phone. I could hear his balls slapping against her skin. Jenny came again, and again, her body shaking each time before finally Dawson drove himself in deep and let out a huge groan. He was balls deep as he shot his load into her. Jenny collapsed onto me, oblivious that the whole thing had been filmed.

Dawson waited for a few seconds before pulling his cock out of her.

“Some of my cum is oozing out of her already” he said “don’t want to waste it”.

He collected up his cum on his fingers and rammed them inside her again. Jenny gasped. He switched off his phone and put it back in his pocket and backed away from the bed.

Jenny pulled the cover back over herself for some privacy and warmth and hugged me. Dawson reached down and turned the vibrator off as it was making an annoying buzz.

“Don’t go anywhere” Dawson said as he backed out of the room. “I am just going for a smoke and then we go again”

Once he had left the room Jenny began crying. I told her I was sorry and that we would stop this madness, it wasn’t right for me to put this much responsibility on her.

Jenny raised her head and looked me in the eye, her makeup distorted by her tears.

“I am not crying because I wanted him to stop” she said “I am crying because I haven’t felt like a woman since your accident and I loved it”

My mind was racing, trying to figure out exactly what had just happened and what Dawson meant by “being on his terms”?

I didn’t have long to wait to find out.

Chapter 2 – The Agreement

More than an hour went passed and no sign of Dawson. Jenny and I hadn’t moved from our position on the bed and Jenny was half asleep, gently breathing on my chest. I glanced at my watch and could see it was getting late. I didn’t want to wake Jenny but it was going to be a struggle for me to manoeuvre myself back downstairs to secure the house for the night. After a few minutes of struggle, I finally lifted myself into my chair and made it to the elevator.

The elevator pinged and the doors opened. I wheeled myself out and saw Dawson sat on our sofa. The glow from his cell phone lighting up his face. He heard me enter the room and he looked up.

“How you doing buddy?” he asked

“Ok I think” I replied “But what the fuck dude, you’re weren’t supposed to fuck her brains out!, that’s not what we agreed. Dump and run only dude!”

“Did Jenny complain?” replied Dawson

“No, she’s sleeping”

“I bet that will be the best sleep she has had since your honeymoon” he laughed.

I was so angry I felt I could rise up out of my chair and kick his ass but the reality of my condition prevented me.

Dawson stood up and paced around the room whilst he smoked. He knew we didn’t allow smoking in the house but he didn’t let that didn’t stop him. He walked up close to my large wedding photograph that adorned the living room wall and gazed into it.

“Hell of a day that was,” said Dawson. “Jenny looked amazing in that dress, her hair, and wow what a figure!”

I gritted my teeth whilst Dawson continued

“I would never have guessed then, as she walked down that aisle, that one day I would be the one fucking her from behind on your bed!” he laughed.

“It won’t happen again” I said “you’ve done what we’ve asked and for that we are grateful. I think it would be best now if you just grabbed your things and left us to it” I said.

“Leave?” said Dawson “I don’t think so”

I raised myself up out of my chair onto my arms “Dawson, If you don’t grab your shit and leave right now, I am going to call your wife and tell her that I know you are fucking other women!”.

Dawson sighed mockingly “Buddy, I know that there is no way you are going to call Yvonne and tell her shit and shall I tell you why?”

I shrugged.

“Because of this…..”

Dawson put the cigarette between his lips and paced over behind my chair. He grabbed his cell phone from his jeans pocket and thrust it in front of me. He made me watch the screen. He reached around with his other hand and pressed the large play triangle on the video.

I watched in amazement as the video he had taken from earlier rolled.
I saw his hand reach down and take the vibrator from a hand, my hand, I saw him rub it around Jennys vagina, I watched as he began fucking her with it, slowly at first. I could see just how wet her pussy was and how Jenny had started to push back with her pelvis. I watched with the perfect view as he removed the vibrator, turned the speed up slightly and then rubbed it on her asshole. All I could hear was a mixture of the vibrator buzzing and Jenny moaning.

“You see buddy” said Dawson “if you want to speak to my Yvonne about our little agreement then this video may just fall in to the wrong hands. I mean, what would Frank say if he saw his only daughter getting fucked and filled like this”. He began to laugh again as he blew out a large puff of cigarette smoke in my face.

“But, but, that could be anyone” I said “There is no proof that this is Jenny!”.

Dawson reached around again and used his finger to skip the video on.

“You’ll love this next bit” he said.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Unbeknown to me, Dawson had removed the vibrator from Jenny’s pussy and had gently inserted it into her anus. Only an inch or two at first, but within a few seconds he had the entire purple tube buzzing away up her ass. Jenny and I had never even discussed anal sex before, neither of us were interested or so I thought. Jenny clearly enjoyed it.

“Looks like her dripping cunt is winking at us!” Dawson smirked.

“That could be anyone” I said. “no one, not even Frank is going to believe that this is Jenny!”

Dawson skipped the video on one last time. The vibrator had gone and the screen was now filled with the sight of him rubbing his cock on Jennys vagina. I gasped as I watch him slide it in to her and remembered Jennys shaking body. I was mesmerized. To his credit, Dawson was a considerate lover, I could see from the video that Jennys pleasure was important to him.

I heard the sound of his balls slapping against her thigh as his rhythm increased, I heard her groans, I could see her body move in time to his strokes, I could see him caressing her skin and spreading her ass cheeks and then I saw him insert his fingers up her asshole again whilst his cock filled her pussy. I had no idea. I was shocked that Jenny hadn’t stopped him.

After a couple of minutes, I heard the sound of Dawson coming inside of her. A few seconds later I watched him slowly remove his cock and, just as he had said at the time, his cum started oozing out of her pussy.

“Some of my cum is oozing out of her already” I heard him say on the tape “don’t want to waste it”.

I saw him scoop up the cum on his fingers and insert them back in to her pussy. Jenny moaned in pleasure one last time.

“But that could be anyone on that tape” I said “this is bullshit, anyone can watch this shit on the internet anytime, no one is going to believe that its Jenny”

Dawson shrugged “Then how would you explain this?” he said.

It was at that moment I saw the final few seconds of the film. As Dawson had finished cleaning his fingers on her pussy, he had discretely raised his phones camera up towards me just enough and for a few brief seconds I could see my face with Jenny’s head resting on my chest. I was caressing her hair and had my eyes closed. Her wet pussy and asshole were glinting in the light of the phones LED. There was no denying it to anyone, Dawson had captured the whole thing on tape. My wifes gaping, cum filled pussy, her satisfied face resting on my chest, and my face fully showing all in the same shot.

I didn’t speak.

“So, this is how this is going to work buddy” he said putting out his cigarette in the plant pot and his phone back in to his pocket. “I have always wanted to fuck your Jenny. Ever since you two got together I have fantasised about what it must be like to fuck her and now I have a taste for her and I want more. I am a loyal friend and a promise is a promise, I intend to fuck Jenny for however long it takes until she gets pregnant”
“But don’t worry buddy” he continued “It’s what all new young wives want, their hormones are out of control, it’s all sex, sex, sex to them just ask my Yvonne! Its nature’s way and I am doing you and Jenny a favor”.

I was dumbstruck

“I’ll hold up my end of the agreement but I need you to play your part old friend” Dawson put his hand on my shoulder. “Your job is to make sure that Jenny doesn’t give up on her dream to be a mother and make sure you remind her that you see me as the only answer to that particular problem. Let her know that you understand that she hasn’t enjoyed sex since your accident and that you are at peace with the idea of her enjoying herself with me”

“Jenny loves you” he continued “but like all woman she has needs, and I promise I can respectfully give her what she wants where you cant. You win because I will give you a child that in turn will give you purpose. Jenny wins because she wont be sexually frustrated and cheat on you with other guys and I win because well, if I am being honest buddy, I love fucking your wife”.

At that very moment, his cell phone rang

“Hi Sexy” he said “just leaving now, be home in 30 minutes, love you too” and he hung up.

“Seems like Jenny will have to wait tonight; Yvonne says she needs me home right away. Did I tell you that we are trying for a baby too and Yvonne feels like this precise moment now is the right time?” he chuckled “what’s the chances hey?” he smirked “both of us trying for babies at the same time…its almost poetic isn’t it!” he laughed some more “I’m sure there are enough of my little swimmers for both girls” he joked as he grabbed his car keys and made his way to the front door “how long do you think it will take, how many times must I fuck them?” he asked “shall we place bets as to which wife gets pregnant first?” he threw his head back and laughed.

“Don’t forget to lock up now” he said as he closed the door behind him. I watched as he started his truck and followed the red tail lights as he drove away from the property.

I was raging inside, I wanted to kill the bastard but deep down, I knew everything he had said was right. It was obvious from the tape just how much Jenny had enjoyed the feeling of sex again after 2 years. My body was never going to be able to offer her that. I didn’t want to lose her, and I wanted children.

I couldn’t get the images of the video out of my head. His cock, her pussy, his cum. My anger subsided as I quietly contemplated everything. I then realised that Dawson was absolutely right. He was going to save us.

It wasn’t until I heard Jenny coming down the stairs in that I started to calm down. She looked incredible in her knickers and t-shirt. Her hair a mess.

“Dawson?” she called out “Are you still here?”. She looked across and saw me sat in my wheelchair “Did he go already?” she asked inquisitively.

“Yes my love, about an hour ago. Yvonne called and he had to go” I replied “But you and I need to talk”

Chapter 3 – Love knows no bounds.

I don’t know what it is about the night time, but conversations between people always feels more fulfilling and honest with the addition of darkness.

Jenny was sat on the sofa sipping a hot drink and I was in my chair with a blanket. She was cuddling her knees and looked troubled. I lost count of the number of times Jenny said she was sorry. It was like she had a huge wave of uncontrollable guilt.

“But it wasn’t supposed to be like that” she said “he was just supposed to do his thing and leave. Why didn’t he just do it like he did the first time?, it’s what we all agreed”

“Look Jenny” I said “I need to understand what’s going on here. It’s clear that you are on board with the idea of children and we both knew that Dawson was the easiest option to get us to that, so what is it that you are sorry for because, from where I am sat, you’ve done nothing wrong?”

Jenny took a moment. She took a deep breath.

“You really want to hear all this? Are you ready?” she said.

She took a final gulp of her hot chocolate and she set her mug down on the coffee table.

She told me that she was lonely. She told me that she was sad, so sad that she was so sad she had been to see the doctor who had prescribed her medication. She told me that she felt like we were drifting apart and that she was angry, so angry. She was angry about my accident, my condition, and how it had interfered with our future plans together. She was angry that we were not yet 30 years old and she already felt like her life was over. She was angry that this happened to us.

Although she knew it wasn’t my fault, she resented me. She hated that I wasn’t able to do all the things around the place that a man is supposed to do and that she had to keep asking her dad to come around to help out.
She hated that I wallowed in self-pity and kept complaining about how the accident had affected me. How I had stopped caring and put on so much weight. Jenny hated that I hadn’t stopped for a second to consider how the accident might have affected her.

Every day she had to see her friends and work colleagues enjoying their lives. She had to smile sweetly when they all talked with glee about their holidays, activity weekends, sex, children. Jenny hated the fact that she hated them for having the life she always wanted.

But worst of all Jenny felt angry that she no longer felt like a real woman. She had no reason to look after herself anymore and look good. Who exactly was she making the effort for?

“Just like your accident made you feel like you can no longer be a real man, it also made me feel like I can’t be a real woman” she said emotionally. “Tonight, with Dawson reminded me of what you and I used to have and I forgot myself, gave myself to him, and for that I feel ashamed and guilty and I am sorry”.

Jenny burst into tears. I wished I could stroll over and hold her in my arms, tell her everything was going to be alright, but my legs made that impossible.

“I understand Jenny” I said “and I am the one who should be sorry. Thank you for telling me these things, I will change, I will be a better husband where I can be. I will help around the house, I will find a new job, I will be more positive and I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. But we both need to accept that there are limitations to what I can physically do here” I pointed down to my chair “In the same way as I can’t put up a shelf or decorate a room and I have to call Frank to help, I cant satisfy you in bed. That’s the reality. We have to accept that we are lucky to have a solution in Dawson who can help. He is clean, discrete, someone we have both known for years. The way I see it, he is the perfect person to help give you the things I cant. I don’t see any difference between Frank coming around to help fix the house and Dawson coming around to help fix you.”

Jenny looked up, holding a tissue to her nose and smiled. “Thank you” she said “for listening”. There was a brief pause. “So what are the rules?” she asked.

I replied swiftly and very matter of fact “Well, when we ask Frank to come and put up a shelf, he comes around, brings his tools and does things his way. We don’t interfere and let him get on with the job. I would suggest we take the same approach with Dawson and trust him to do the same?”.

Jenny sat in quiet contemplation and reached for her cup, a look of disappointment appeared on her face when she realised that she had finished it already.

“And what are your rules?” She asked me.

“Just don’t leave me” I replied “I couldn’t go on without you. I just want you to be happy, to do what makes you happy. To live and have fun, experiment, go crazy, be a young woman in your prime. I wont stand in your way with any of it, whatever you want to do. The only rule I have is that you need to be happy. The moment you’re unsure or unhappy it stops. Your rules are my rules”

Jenny started biting on her fingernail.

“I don’t want to be alone with him” said Jenny “Would you mind staying with me as I don’t fully trust him yet?”

“I am right here for you Jenny, like you’ve always been right here for me” I replied.

Jenny looked up at me “I do love you” she said.

Chapter 4 – Dinner for three

I woke up early the next day a new man. I started making myself busy around the house with little chores as Jenny arrived downstairs.
“You’re up early” she said grabbing a slice of toast and a gulp of coffee “thanks for breakfast!”.

I explained that I had been thinking about what she had said and that I was going to show her that I can change. I promised her that I would cook for us tonight and ask Frank to take me to the store to get the ingredients and a bottle of wine as my disability car was in the repair shop.

“That would be fantastic,” said Jenny. “I should be home about 7 and just message me if you need me to collect anything from the store on my way home”.

With that, Jenny grabbed her keys and started heading towards the front door. It was the first time in as long as I could remember that she stopped and placed her hands on my shoulders, kissed my forehead and told me she loved me. I watched from the window as her car disappeared.

Cooking whilst confined to a wheelchair isn’t easy, mainly because the stove is set too high for someone sitting down. That said, I did a pretty good job and was proud of myself for the meal I had prepared.

Jenny arrived back just after 7pm, apologised for being slightly late and rushed off upstairs for a shower and to change “Give me 5 minutes” she said “and get that bottle open!”.

It was whilst rummaging through our utensil drawer for a bottle opener that I heard him knock on the window. I looked up and was surprised to see Dawson waving. He let himself in and his face lit up when the smell of the food hit his nose.

“Someone’s having Chinese!” he said “my favourite”.

I explained that Jenny and I were planning on having a quiet evening together and whilst it was good to see him, we really needed some alone time.

“That’s ok” said Dawson dipping his finger in the food and tasting it “I get it” he turned to me and shrugged. “You two need to have a chat about things and me being here isn’t going to give you the space you need, not a problem. Give me a call in the morning and let me know how it goes”.

Dawson started heading back the out when Jenny arrived at the stairs.

She was still using a towel to dry her hair and she stopped dead in her tracks when she spotted Dawson. There was a brief uncomfortable pause before Jenny said “I didn’t hear you knock the door?”.

“Its ok Jenny” I said “Dawson just stopped by to hand me back some car paperwork, he is on his way”.

“Stay for dinner?” suggested Jenny without hesitation “I am sure we can stretch the food to three.”

“That would be great” agreed Dawson “Yvonne is out with her sister this evening so I was going to just have dinner alone anyway, assuming that’s ok with you buddy?” he said gesturing in my direction. I was in no position to object.

Dinner wasn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. Somehow, the topic of conversation had been normal. Dawson asked Jenny how she was getting on at work.

“Yeah ok thanks, I get a bit bored now and then and feel I may soon need a change, but its easy work and pays well. I just wish the company would invest in some decent chairs and desks. My neck is always painful on the right side” Jenny raised her hand and rubbed her sore neck.

Dawson calmly used his napkin to clean his face and stood up.

“Would you go grab me a paper towel ” he said to me.

I didn’t understand his reasons, but unlocked my wheelchair breaks and headed towards the kitchen. As I turned back to the table, I could see Dawson stood behind Jennys chair with his hands massaging her neck.

“I can feel that knot in your neck right here” he said. Jenny winced. “Let me work on that for you”.

I approached the table and pulled my chair back into my spot next to Jenny. I picked up my knife and fork and continued eating my meal. I saw Jenny had her eyes closed as Dawson slowly massaged her neck.

“That’s amazing Dawson” Jenny said “have you taken a massage class before or something?”. She still had her eyes closed.

“Its all experience” he replied.

Dawson began to lower his hands down to the front of Jennys neck before taking his right hand, pushing it down her T-shirt and cupped her left breast. Jenny placed her hand on mine and gently squeezed.

Jenny moaned as he tweaked her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He then crossed his arms and put his left hand down on to her right breast. Jenny was motionless as Dawson got his feel.

After a few minutes Dawson removed his right arm and reached up to his zipper. With one hand he released his cock and rested it on Jennys right shoulder. Jenny opened her eyes and looked over at the semi erect penis, then at me. It was the first time she had actually seen Dawsons cock and she smiled.

“Is this for me?” she asked

It wasn’t that Dawsons cock was long but it was definitely thicker than average. He was uncircumcised and kept his pubic hair well-trimmed. It had a very strange shape towards the end in that it kinked up slightly and had a very large bulbous tip.

I reached over and grabbed my glass of wine and took a sip. Jenny took this as a sign that as we discussed, all was ok. I was sat just a yard away and I told her “I am right here Jenny, I love you”.

Jenny raised her right hand to his cock and began rubbing the tip with her finger. She then started to pull the foreskin back and forwards. Dawsons cock was getting harder and the kink more pronounced. The veins in the shaft began pulsating.

As quick as a flash Dawson spun Jenny around and lifter her t-shirt over her head and threw it in her lap. I could immediately see where he had been playing with them, her nipples had escaped her bra and were rock solid.

“Be a buddy and unclip her bra for me please,” said Dawson.

I reached over and did what I was asked. I released the clasp and Jenny released it from her shoulders. Her bra fell to her lap exposing her chest.

Dawson looked pleased.

“You’re beautiful” he said and he was right. Jenny was a very athletic build, 34B bra size with perfectly small pert breasts.

She was stroking his cock with both hands now in front of her. It was only inches away from her face and she seemed to be examining it closely. He had reached his maximum size and Jenny was pleased.

“Kiss the tip for me” Dawson demanded.

Jenny hesitated and dropped her head down looking at the floor. Unsure what to do she had stopped stroking his cock and just held it in her hands. Dawson looked at me.

“Do as Dawson asks Jenny” I said “he is here to help us, remember? Just let yourself go”.

Jenny smiled as she turned her head to look at me, she looked shy like the first time we made love together. She looked up at Dawson, opened her mouth and licked the end of his cock. She flickered her tongue on his tip for a few seconds before Dawson thrust forward slightly. Jenny choked as he hit the back of her throat. I looked down at my plate and continued eating my dinner.

It wasn’t so much that Jenny gave him a blowjob, more that Dawson fucked her face. It was difficult for me to carry on eating what with her gagging noises so I put down my fork and started drinking my glass of wine instead.

Dawson removed his cock from her mouth and lifted his ball sack on to her face.

“Suck my balls” he demanded and grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled her nipple with the other. This isn’t something Jenny and I have ever done and it was strange to see her attempt to get both his testicles in to her mouth. The shaft of his cock resting along the bridge of her nose and up between her eyes. Dawson was enjoying himself

“These balls are going to fill you up with cum Jenny” he said.

“Yes, yes, fill me up with your cum” whimpered Jenny “Give us a baby”

Dawson pushed Jenny backwards in her chair and she fell backwards in to my lap. I dropped my empty glass as my arms were suddenly needed to support her weight. Dawson stepped forward slightly and rubbed his cock on her nipples. Flicking the end of his cock from side to side – Jenny moaned. I peered over her left shoulder and watched from above as his pre-cum spun from his cock like a spiders web.

“Push those titties together for me buddy” Dawson demanded.

I reached around from the back and as I was told, I gently pushed her tits together allowing Dawson to grab her shoulders and fuck her tits. Jenny nuzzled her face in to my neck, her heart beat racing, her breath panting. At the top of every stroke I could see the tip of his shaft reveal itself from his foreskin. Like a turtle poking his head out of its shell.

“Lick the end Jenny” Dawson demanded “And put your hands behind your back”

Jenny did as she was told and reached both her arms behind her. She then lifted her head from my neck and lowered it down so that she was able to take the tip of his penis into her mouth at the top of every stroke. This created a cute sucking noise every time Dawson pulled himself back down again and his cock left her mouth.

Dawson varied his pace randomly and he started to look tired, it was a difficult angle to continue thrusting, he was sweating heavily.

“Why should I be the one to do all the work” he asked “Buddy, bounce those titties up and down for me, I need a break”.

He used the back of his hand to wipe beads of sweat away from his brow.

This was a hard ask as Jenny only has small breasts. I tried my hardest.
After a few minutes I looked up at Dawson for validation that I was doing it right. He winked at me. His hips motionless as I wanked his cock with my wife’s tits and she sucked his tip. My arms ached.

Dawson reached under Jenny’s chin and lifted her head up. He leaned forward and kissed her with is tongue whilst I continued to pleasure him with her breasts. I could feel just how hard her nipples were in my palms.

Dawson released his cock from her tits and returned his shaft to Jenny’s mouth. He began shallow face fucking her again. Just the head of his cock pierced her lips. He put both his hands behind her head and pulled her towards him. He was getting less considerate now and more aggressive. Her face was a mess, covered in a combination of saliva and pre-cum. He was thrusting deeper and deeper and Jenny was struggling to take the whole length. She continued to make a gag noise every time he thrust himself forward.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her from behind “I love you” I whispered in her ear.

Dawson slowed the pace of his thrusting and he became more considered, I could see Jenny’s throat bulging every time his balls hit her chin and his shaft entered went down her wind pipe. He couldn’t physically get any deeper and on a couple of occasions held his cock in her throat for a few seconds until Jenny chocked a little.

She had always been good at giving head to me before but nothing like this. Jenny looked sideways across at me, her eyes streaming but also seemed like they were smiling.

“Look at me, not him” demanded Dawson.

The bulge in her throat disappeared as he slowly removed his cock from her mouth. He began frantically yanking his shaft up and down just a few inches from her face. “Keep your mouth and eyes open and squeeze my balls” he panted “I’ve got something I want you to give you”.

Jenny reached up and gently cupped his testicles with her right hand. She began frantically squeezing and juggling them in her palm. She held my hand with her left hand and squeezed tightly.

Then came the first shot, Dawson let out a loud groan as it hit the back of Jenny’s throat. She choked a little and instinctively squeezed his balls a little harder. He pointed his cock at her forehead for his second shot, down her right cheek for his third shot and her left eye for his fourth.

Dawson masterfully yanked his cock inbetween spurts, stopping only to direct his next shot to his desired location.

“Is this what you want?” he cried. Jenny nodded her head and stuck out her tongue.

Dawson groaned and whimpered in pleasure as his man cream spurted like a firehose. In total I counted thirteen shots. I have never seen so much cum, even in adult movies. Huge globules of hot white creamy liquid. It was in Jenny’s eyes, up her nose, running down her forehead, in her hair, in her mouth and dripping from her chin. She looked shocked by the volume and speed of his climax and giggled. She hadn’t stop massaging his balls.

There was silence for a few seconds before Jenny reached for the napkin that Dawson had asked me to get for him. He grabbed her gently by the wrist “Stay still Jenny” he said “were not done yet”

Dawson reached in to his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. With one swipe he unlocked it and handed it to me “Make sure you get plenty of photos” he demanded. I was so close to the action that I had to release my wheel breaks and roll back a few feet to get them both in the frame. Jenny was struggling to see properly.

The camera clicked with every photo I took followed by a flash of the LED light. The cell phone screen displaying the picture I had just taken for a few brief seconds.

“Make sure you get one with my cock in her mouth” demanded Dawson pushing his still erect penis halfway into her mouth.

“And one with my cock right the way in to the hilt” he said pushing his cock in until his balls hit her chin. The lump in her throat was clear on the camera.

He then released it from her throat and pushed it in to the inside of her cheek. “Get a close up of this one” he demanded. I clicked away.

“Oh, and one with Jenny cupping my balls”. Jenny obliged.

“I definitely want a photo of these great titties too”.

Dawson spun Jenny around towards me and his now semi erect cock flopped out of her mouth. He stood behind her and rested his cock over her shoulder and motioned for me to take a photo of her breasts. Jenny looked up at Dawson and smiled in satisfaction as I clicked the button. She looked beautiful. I handed the phone back to Dawson.

“Well clean her up then” Dawson demanded.

I rolled forward and grabbed the napkin. I started to wipe the cum from her face but one napkin just wasn’t enough. The volume and thickness of his cum was astonishing. The main was a cum machine. I had no choice but to ask Jenny to hand me her T-shirt and I used that to mop up the remaining fluids. By this time Dawson had set himself straight and was stood with his glass of wine in hand.

“I wanted you to see and taste the quality of the goods for yourself Jenny” said Dawson “so you know I can help solve your little problem”.

Jenny said nothing, still in shock.

“Is there something you would like to say to me Jenny? For giving you my cum?”

Jenny looked me in the eye as I wiped away the last few drops of his cum from her chin.

“Thank you, Dawson” she said.

“For what?” said Dawson.

“Your cum” Jenny replied.

“Anything else?” Dawson added

“Thank you for making me feel like a wanted woman again”. Jenny smiled.

“And you buddy” continued Dawson gesturing at me “Anything you would like to say too?”

“Thank you Dawson” I said “for everything, thank you”

“Anytime” Dawson replied and “You’re welcome”

Dawson finished his drink and returned his glass to the table. He asked me to hand him the T-shirt and I obliged. He opened the Tshirt and held it up to the light.

“Damn, that’s a lot of cum” he laughed. “That’s what you do to me Jenny”

He grabbed a pen from his pocket and began writing on the shirt.

“Here” he said throwing it back at me “A souvenir for you both” and with that Dawson turned away, grabbed his car keys and walked over to the front door

“Thanks for the Chinese buddy” he said “You’re a good cook”. And with that he closed the door behind him and left the house.

I opened the tshirt to see what he had written. ”Dawsons cum slut!!” was emblazoned in big letters with an arrow pointing to a large cum patch which he had circled.

“You ok Jenny” I asked quietly

She slowly looked up at me, still in a state of shock and winked. “Never better” she replied. Then followed a brief pause, a radiant smile and she mouthed the words “I love you”.

Jenny said she was going upstairs for a shower so I agreed to lock up and stack the dishwasher. It was a good ten minutes before I got in the elevator and made my way upstairs. I got changed and thought about brushing my teeth. It was at the point I realised I couldn’t hear the sound of running water from the shower.

I wheeled myself in to the steamy bathroom and saw Jenny lying in the bath. She had one leg draped over the side and was vigorously rubbing herself with the purple vibrator. She heard me coming in and looked at me. I watched for a while. She made herself cum several times.

“I made him cum” she panted.

Her shuddering body sending some of the hot water over the side of the bath. I wheeled myself over and rubbed her thigh.

“Yes” I said quietly “You did an amazing job”.

“I’ve never seen so much cum” she panted “From one man, so thick, all over me” she rubbed the vibrator on her clit. “I loved it” she whimpered.

“Did I do good?” she asked “I did everything he told me to. Will Dawson visit again and fill me up?”.

Jenny let out a huge gasp as she inserted the vibrator inside herself. I started to move my hand towards her pussy. Other than the vibrator I used on Jenny that first night with Dawson, this was the first time since my accident that Jenny had allowed me to touch her. I started to rub her clit and she writhed in pleasure. She began calling out Dawsons name and as she turned up the vibrator speed. I watched in silence as she fucked herself with it.

“Yes” I said softly “Dawson will be back. You did everything he asked of you. You did it for us, thank you Jenny. I love you”.

I lay in bed and switched off the light. Jenny climbed in next to me and put her hand on my chest. She slowly lowered her hand down my abdomen and told me that she loved me. She cupped my testicles in her hand but I couldn’t feel a thing.

Smiling she told me “You’re going to make a great father” before reaching over and turning off her light.

It felt like I had just fallen asleep when my phone pinged. The flashing green notification light blinkering in the darkness. I reached across and unlocked my phone, noting it was 3.26am. I had received a message from Dawson. I opened the message and was greeted with one of the photos I had taken with Dawsons phone earlier. Jenny with his cock deep in her mouth, covered in cum dripping from her chin, she was looking up at Dawson with smiling eyes. She looked beautiful, just how I remembered her on our wedding night.

Underneath the photo was one word. “Teamwork” it read.