Danny's Marital Problem (Part #3)

In Part #3, Teddy continues filling in for his impotent friend Danny to satisfy Meg's sexual needs. Now the bedmates begin to realize they're falling in love.

Introduction

This is the third installment of a series of stories about an unusual agreement. You are highly encouraged to read the first two parts in their entirety, but here is a brief summary.

Thirty-four-year-old Danny Ivanov, married to beautiful Meg, is injured in a 1998 car accident. A lingering effect is incurable impotence. Megan, a mother of two girls but still in her twenties, has normal desires for sexual intimacy that can’t be satisfied by Danny any longer. By the year 2000, Meg and Danny both agree that Danny’s longtime buddy Teddy should take his place to satisfy Meg in bed. Teddy is sympathetic to Danny’s “disability,” but he is equally thrilled to be screwing Meg whom he has long admired for both her personality and he obvious sexiness. Thus far they have had two terrific and wholly satisfying romps together.

Teddy is again the narrator.

Part One

I honestly felt sorry for Danny and the horrible predicament he found himself in. I truly did. He had been my best friend since the first day of kindergarten more than 30 years before. We had so many shared interests. One of them was now Meg, his terrific, young wife. She was undeniably a gorgeous example of womanhood. That Danny agreed to let me sexually service her—in his own bed, no less—was a remarkable concession to make. The fact that this was an ongoing treat for me and that I was to consider it to be merely a biological service for Meg was becoming unrealistic. I was starting to become very attached to her. She was such a treasure. What normal male wouldn’t want to have her as a mate?

So far Meg and I had fucked passionately—and very affectionately—twice. Once was on a Wednesday night. It was immediately following a party. Meg had asked me to linger so she and Danny could suggest that I begin acting as a bedroom substitute in place of the luckless Danny. The other time was three nights later after a long visit I had with Danny, Meg and their cute little daughters. Both experiences were fabulous. Even more important than my personal pleasure was the fact that Meg was seemingly satisfied with my services. After all, pleasing Meg sexually was what this odd arrangement was designed to do.

Over the next few weeks, these carnal get-togethers seemed to evolve into a regular schedule of my dropping by the Ivanov house for sex with Meg twice weekly, on Wednesday and Saturday nights. On Wednesdays, I waited for Tanya and Sarah, the Ivanov children, to already be in their beds when I arrived. (They were likely too young to suspect I was now replacing their father in an important marital chore, but we all agreed to try to hide it from them anyway.) On Saturday, I was to make a day of it, visiting Danny so we could talk sports and watch a game on TV, playing with the two girls who affectionately called me “Uncle Teddy,” and then sharing dinner with them. By the third week I insisted that I should pay for the meal every once in a while, so we’d order in Chinese food or pizzas for the five of us and I’d pick up the tab. “I’m treating because I’m getting a treat!” I once said.

Tanya wanted to know what I meant by that statement, so I quickly said that my playing games with her and her little sister was the treat because they “were such fun and beautiful girls to be around.” That compliment got me a kiss on the cheek from eight-year-old Tanya and an avalanche of hugs and kisses from her amorous six-year-old sister Sarah. Life was certainly getting more and more complicated: Now I was feeling strong paternal instincts towards Danny’s lovely daughters.

Part Two

As well as being a full-time accountant, I also got paid a few bucks for writing a specialty column about sports for the local newspaper twice a month. Most of my thousand-word essays were stories from history. I had amassed a fairly substantial personal library of sports history videos. While Danny was convalescing, I lent him a few to entertain himself. I had intended to write a column about Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig’s complicated relationship as teammates on the New York Yankees, only to realize that my best source of research material was a VHS tape that Danny hadn’t yet returned to me.

I made a call to his house which Meg answered because Danny was napping. It was a Tuesday morning. I explained the situation to Meg who apologized for Danny’s failure to quickly watch the half dozen tapes I had kindly loaned to him. I told her which specific one I’d like returned to me soon so I could begin writing my column.

“Teddy,” she said, “you have to realize I don’t know a baseball from a football from a beach ball. If I try to figure out which specific VHS tape you need immediately, chances are I’ll choose the wrong one. I’ll just return all of them to you. If Danny wants to borrow the others a second time, you and he can arrange that yourselves.” Among the many things I liked about Danny’s young wife was that she was always sensible, very logical, and good at solving problems. Combine those traits with a fantastic body that any normal man would yearn for his bedmate to have, and you have the dream girl named Meg Ivanov. Meg said she had an errand to run close to where my home was located and she would make a quick detour to deliver the VHS tapes to me within the hour.

About 50 minutes later, Meg pulled into my driveway with a plastic bag containing the six videotapes she was returning to me. I just expected the briefest of visits. In fact, I was hoping Meg had other things to do because I was wanting to get busy penning my column. However, I felt an obligation to politely ask her to come inside for a coffee and a friendly chat. When she accepted, I had to postpone my writing for a while.

“I finished my errand before I came here, Teddy,” Meg informed me. “Thanks for lending those VHS tapes to Danny. I know he watched at least a couple of them.”

“Glad to do it,” I replied.

Meg quickly changed the subject. “Tomorrow is Wednesday, Teddy. You know what that means: Once my girls are in bed for the night, I’ll phone you for a service call. How do you like the sex so far?”

I openly laughed at the absurdity of that question before replying, “How do I like it? Meg Ivanov, sharing your bed twice a week has been fabulous, sensational, terrific, wonderful, magnificent…I’m running out of adjectives to describe how excellent it’s been!”

“Hah! And you call yourself a writer!” she kidded me.

“Seriously, Meg,” I continued, “I get erections several times a day just anticipating our next romp. I sometimes think that your beautiful pussy was custom-made for my dick. I hope I’m pleasing you with it. After all that was the general plan, right?”

“I’m more than satisfied, Teddy. I’m both satisfied and extremely grateful,” she told me. There was no doubting her sincerity. She explained, “Danny did all he could to please me sensually for two years—but we couldn’t fuck. Lord knows Danny tried, but that bloody car wreck he had in 1998…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, but she really didn’t need to complete it. What she was trying to say was coming through to me crystal clear.

“I just hope I’m an adequate sex provider for you, Meg,” I responded. “You’re such a doll and a fantastic and understanding spouse for Danny.”

Megan lowered her voice which gave it a sexy quality. “Teddy, you’re more than just adequate. In many ways you are better than Danny ever was in bed.”

My ego was soaring, but I doubted Meg’s truthfulness. “I find that hard to believe,” I told her. "From the age of 12 until he married you 15 years later, Danny always had some smitten girl clinging to him. I suspect he had plenty of practice at pleasing girls in the sack. He certainly had far more action than I did—until very recently!” I couldn’t resist adding those final three words.

“Danny was very good in bed for seven years,” Meg insisted. “I was a virgin when I married him, so I only have you and Danny for purposes of comparison. Danny did many sexual things well. So do you, Teddy. But believe me, you do some things better than Danny ever did!”

“Such as…” I inquired. My curiosity was greatly piqued.

Meg shook her head and declined to answer. “Oh, no, Teddy. I won’t get into specifics—and I don’t want you to change anything by trying to improve your love-making techniques with me. That might have a negative effect. Let’s leave well enough alone. We’re doing so well together!”

“Okay, I won’t pursue that line of questioning any further, Meg,” I replied with a grin and a chuckle. “By the way, I suspect Danny wouldn’t like our coitus to be referred to as ‘love-making.’ This is supposed to be a purely biological arrangement for your benefit without any emotion involved, remember?”

“Oh, yes. I certainly remember the plan,” Meg said as she slowly rose from her chair and walked across the living room towards me in mine. “But plans often go awry, Teddy.” She then sat on my lap, ran her fingers through my hair, and gave me a world-class kiss that had to have lasted for half a minute—at least! When the kiss ended, Meg lifted her lovely chest to a spot where her prominent breasts were only an inch or two from my eyes. I promptly put my face directly between Meg’s succulent physical treasures.

“Uh, it’s only Tuesday, Meg—not Wednesday,” I reminded her. “The deal was we would only fuck at your house so it wouldn’t be like you were running out somewhere to have an affair with me.”

Meg gave a dismissive wave. “As I said, Teddy, plans can go awry. I don’t care if it’s Tuesday, Sunday or Groundhog Day. And I don’t care if we’re at my house, your house, or on a park bench somewhere. I want a fuck from you right now!” Meg was practically yelling at me when she had concluded making her point.

“Who am I to deprive you of a much-needed fuck?” I asked rhetorically. “Shall we adjourn to my bedroom for some horizontal refreshments, Meg?”

“No, this chair is big and comfy enough,” she insisted. “All I want to do is draw the curtains, so the neighbors don’t get a free show and turn off your kettle, so it doesn’t boil over.”

I couldn’t resist a humorous quip, so I said, “I hope you are referring to the appliance in the kitchen, because something else is definitely going to boil over in the next few minutes. I can guarantee that.”

“Just make sure it’s in the right spot when it boils, Teddy,” Meg said very sexily. “I will tell you that you are far superior to Danny in making subtle sexual allusions. There’s no doubt about that whatsoever.”

Part Three

With the kettle now shut off and the curtains fully drawn, Meg returned to sitting on my lap. She started to unbutton her light green blouse. I stopped her.

“Allow me the honor, Meg,” I said. Three buttons later the blouse was lying on the floor. Then I unclasped her brassiere. I had become an expert doing that during the past month. I absolutely loved the sexy sight of Meg’s bouncy breasts once they had been set free from their restrictive confinement. “Damn, you’ve been blessed with superb tits, Meg. Did you breastfeed your two girls?”

“Yes, I did. Danny insisted on it.”

I replied, “Of course he did. Danny isn’t a wasteful person!” I paused and said, “Did I tell you, Meg, that your tits are superb?”

“Yes, twice.”

“That’s because you have two of them, Meg. They’re just the most gorgeous things I’ve ever handled in my life!” I declared. Then I put my face between them for a moment and proceeded to suck on them, first the left one then the right one, with great zeal.

Meg attacked my trousers. She removed my belt, unzipped my fly, and pulled down my pants and briefs far enough to give me a blowjob. While she was pleasing me orally, I continued to grope her beautiful breasts. They had become utterly irresistible to me.

My dick quickly became hard as a diamond. To her credit, Meg recognized it. “This might be the best erection you’ve had yet, Teddy. Well done!” she congratulated me.

“I think you deserve all the credit,” I corrected her. “You are a fantastic lover, Meg.”

“Thanks for the compliment, Teddy,” Meg cooed before applying another sensational, long kiss to my lips. Shortly thereafter she dropped her skirt and undies and climbed aboard my throbbing rod. I thanked my lucky stars for having such a gorgeous creature to fuck so passionately this way.

I placed my hands on her waist to guide her up and down my hard shaft. “I love riding your big dick, Teddy. It’s bigger than Danny’s. Don’t tell him I said so. It’s our little secret.”

“Little secret? Isn’t it a big secret?” I joked.

That comment amused Meg who stopped her sensual bouncing long enough to give me a playful kiss on the cheek.

I didn’t like the interruption. “When I start joking, Meg, you stop fucking. When will I learn to shut up? Please continue with this great fuck, Meg. Thank you!”

This fabulous carnal activity could not last forever. I sensed my orgasm was imminent. Somehow, I managed to lift beautiful Meg off my penis just in the nick of time to ejaculate all over her stomach. A few drops splashed onto her left breast and hung there. That was a sexy sight.

We embraced for a long, long time without saying a word. I was busily caressing Meg’s best assets when she cheerfully asked me, “Will you have recovered enough to keep our usual Wednesday fucking appointment at my place, Teddy? I’d hate to have to postpone it.”

I smiled and said, “Now it’s time for me to tell you a secret, Meg. Half the time when I get home from having screwed you, I go to bed and you are still on my mind. Usually, just by thinking of you, I end up jerking off to another orgasm. So, yeah, I’ll be recovered for tomorrow night’s sexual get-together. You can depend upon that!”

Meg softly kissed my lips.

I stated the obvious. “I just love having sex with you, Meg. It’s the highlight of my life. It really is. You must realize that by now.”

“I love you, Teddy,” Meg replied. She then gave me one of her specialty kisses—long and full of unbridled affection.

Halfway through the kiss I realized what Meg had just said to me. When our lips separated, I said to her, “I’m not sure I heard you correctly, Meg. Did you say you loved me or that you loved having sex with me? The difference is huge, of course. Please clarify that for me.”

Meg, still in her birthday suit and firmly planted on my lap, wrapped her arms around me, gave me a warm smile, and confirmed what I thought I’d heard. “I said that I love you…but I also meant that I loved having sex with you, too. Does that clear things up for you Teddy?

It both cleared things up and greatly complicated things at the same time. My best friend’s wife had fallen in love with me. Furthermore, long before her visit to return my videotapes, I already suspected that I had fallen in love with her.

Wow. Now we definitely had a problem! Nevertheless, we fucked one more time—and I had another superb ejaculation—before Meg returned home to her husband, the greatest friend I had ever had in my life.