1. Comfortably Numb Adventures: Company With a Purpose


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: captainfred, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    them on the stove.” We had lunch with a glass of my drinkable, but not memorable, boxed white wine. She seemed to enjoy the Greek lunch pastries. “Tell me more about why you are here alone,” I asked. “You figure it out,” she replied. “I did.” “Really? And what do you think?” “I’m flattered and insulted,” I replied. “Why insulted?” “Because you didn’t ask me,” I said. “What’s the difference?” “ I might have refused,” I said. “I don’t think you would have refused in a thousand years,” she started, “you have no progeny; you’re a proud guy would would very much like to think he left something behind, especially when there are no strings.” “How did you come up with this idea?” I asked. “I have no children; I badly want a child, maybe two. Bob’s ambivalent. He is most certainly sterile, but he refuses to discuss it, he thinks I’m the problem. He’s a wonderful man, but pigheaded. My friends Vanessa and Lloyd chartered with you and showed me the pictures – they remarked how much you look like Bob. It struck me as an opportunity. So I decided that for a week you would be Bob. I will go back and claim that the spa experience involved tension reduction – I couldn’t get pregnant because my life had too much tension. Our baby, yours and mine, would look enough like Bob that there would be no question.” “What if he wants a DNA test done?” I asked. “He would never do that. He would have no reason to. I will feed him enough bullshit to bolster his ego so that he wouldn’t even think of it,” ...
    she said, “but if all else fails, I’ll come back and live with you.” “Hmmm. Maybe I’ll send him a secret email suggesting he do a test. Meanwhile, you need to understand that my sperm is extremely weak. It takes a lot of tries before one gets through.” “Ah, of course. You think maybe we should spend some more time trying.” “I definitely think that. I don’t want you to have spent a week with a sex-obsessed social pariah and come back empty… uh... bodied.” Mandy called Bob every other day and told him how therapeutic her sessions were. She had joined a group of women with issues like hers and she felt rejuvenated. This might be something she would do periodically, she told him. I would occasionally fondle her during her phone calls. Seemed like a fun thing to do. She suggested I get a life. We spent the rest of the week enjoying each other’s company as though we were newlyweds. I guess we sort of were. The northern Dodecanese islands now always say ‘Mandy’ to me. I was really sorry that she had to return to her real life, and I envied Bob. A few weeks after she returned home, she emailed me that she was ecstatic; she had missed her period! She asked me if I had any suggestions for our baby’s name. I told her if it was a boy, anything but Fred. That was a little over a year ago. Yesterday she and super-cute, Mensa-member-to-be baby Samantha joined me for another week. They have childcare at these spas, she had told Bob. She said she was ready for a son, and that I needed to get ...
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