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In Need Of Your Help        Would you like to go to lunch?" Alexis's question caught me more than a little off-guard. Alexis Bradley, now Alexis McFarley, was the main reason a lot of the guys stayed with the company, even as its fortunes waned. She was a small, dark-haired woman, who simply exuded sex. Not that she was particularly well endowed, or that she went out of her way to dress enticingly. It was just something that started with those big bedroom eyes, and combined with the way she seemed at ease in almost any situation. If she had ever dated any of the guys in the office, they never talked about it, and it never showed in the way she treated any of them. Alexis was as quick to swap raunchy stories as any of the guys, and you never had to worry about whether that hand on the shoulder or a quick hug was going to be misconstrued - partly because if you ever did get out of line, Alexis would realign you, post haste. She didn't believe in calling HR to handle something that she was perfectly capable of taking care of for herself. While Alexis was the unofficial darling of the office, she endeared herself to everyone by earning their respect, as well as their longing stares. Her smile brightened the whole place, but if there was a tough job to be done, you wanted Alexis on the team. She kept everyone organized, handled myriad little details that most of the guys never thought of, and generally made sure everyone was doing what they should be doing. With all of this, though, I had never seen her socializing individually with anyone, least of all me. That was why I was speechless for a long moment when she asked me to go to lunch. Finally I gathered my wits enough to realize she hadn't specifically said it would be just the two of us, no matter what my fantasies told me to believe. "Sure!" I gulped, "Who else is going?" "Just me!" she laughed, but even to me, it sounded a little forced. Instead of going to one of the places nearby, we drove across town to a little Italian place she knew. She didn't speak on the way, except to give directions, and by the time we got seated, my curiosity was killing me. I guess neither of us was very hungry. She ordered the minestrone, saying it was the best in the city, but that it was a meal by itself, and I followed her lead. The soup was, indeed, delicious, but after the first spoonful, I didn't taste much of it. "You're recently divorced," she began "aren't you David?" "Yeah, two months." I could have added 'five days, one hour, and twenty-seven minutes.' but thought that a little melodramatic, even when it was done on TV. "Did you ever cheat on your wife, David?" she stared at me intently as she asked that. "No." was all I said. My curiosity was still itching, but I wasn't real comfortable with questions about my divorce. "Have you dated anyone since?" still staring. "No." I was getting a little tense. Even someone as well liked as Alexis could step over the line. "What's with all the questions? Do you work for my wife's lawyer or something?" "No, David!" she was taken aback, obviously not having considered how her questions might be construed. "Nothing like that! It's just, well... You know I recently got married, right?" Actually, I had met Frank McFarley a couple of times when he came to pick her up at the office. An enormous bear of a man who made my six-two, two hundred pounds look like the original ninety pound weakling. He also seemed to be one of the kindest, gentlest men on the face of the earth. One of those big men who have nothing to prove, and instead try to be careful that their size doesn't unintentionally hurt or intimidate those around them. When he shook my hand he was careful not to apply too much pressure, though I felt he could have crushed my hand without trying. "Yeah, I've met your husband." I replied, "Nice guy. You could have done a lot worse." She smiled warmly, which answered any questions I might have had about the relationship going south, and said, "Yes he is, isn't he? Frank is the most thoughtful, kindest person I know, and well..." Her face screwed up into an expression I'd never seen on it before. "Look, David." she put her delicate hand over mine, "there's no easy way to ask this, and I'm going to have to tell you some very private things before I do, so I've got to ask you, please, to never tell anyone about this conversation." Her eyes pled her case more eloquently than her words, but I would never have done anything to hurt or embarrass her anyway. I think most of the guys felt that way about Alexis. "Sure, Alexis." I replied, as sincerely as I could, "Now what's the big deal?" She crumbled her breadstick to powder, staring at me without really seeing me, before she found the words to answer. "Do you find me attractive, David?" she said, "I mean, sexually?" I kind of smiled out the corner of my mouth, "I think all the guys, possibly even Gene, and about half the women in that office find you sexually attractive, Alexis, and I'm no exception." Gene was blatantly gay, and made no bones about flirting with all the guys in the office. We put up with it the same way Alexis put up with us - as long as there was no inappropriate touching or other 'over the line' behavior, it was just good-natured teasing. Gene got his work done and done well, so nobody had any complaints. Alexis had the grace to blush at my answer, and having finished off the breadstick, started shredding her napkin. "Would you like to have sex with me?" she said softly, not looking at me, "Before you answer, you should know that there's a catch." Her eyes flashed upward to mine as she finished speaking. "The answer, of course," I replied, in what I hoped was a calm voice, "is yes, but I'd have to know about the catch before I'd agree." "That's fair enough." she picked another microscopic piece off the edge of the napkin. "You've met Frank, so you know how big he is. Well, he's big where you can't see, too. Really big!" Her eyes found mine again, pleading for understanding, "Too big for someone my size!" "I kinda wondered about that when I first met him," I replied, "but what does it have to do with me?" "That's where it gets complicated, David." she tore another piece off. "See, Frank and I love each other very much, but there's no way he's ever going to be able to make love to me the way he wants, or the way I want." "We tried everything." She sighed forlornly, "I bought a bunch of dildoes in different sizes, and we both tried using them to stretch me. I even thought if I could stretch my anus enough he'd be able get in there, but it was no use. It's one thing say 'look, if a baby can come out there, then surely it can be stretched enough to accommodate a mere penis!', but it's quite another to make it work. Frank's a little over seven feet tall, and I'm just under five feet. I don't know how we thought it was going to work, but it doesn't." "We thought about having an 'open' marriage, but the idea didn't really appeal to either of us. We thought about maybe bringing in another woman - one who was bisexual but big enough to handle Frank. We even tried it once, but it just didn't work for me, and Frank was so concerned about me, he didn't get much out of it, either. We thought about another couple who might want to swap, but finding just the right couple with the right physical characteristics, who would be both discreet and compatible with us was an impossible task." Alexis destroyed some more of the napkin and took a sip of her iced tea before continuing. "Frank and I had just about decided that mutual masturbation and oral sex were about as close as we were ever going to get to consumating our marriage," she continued, swiping idly at the beads of condensation on the outside of her glass, "when Frank mentioned that, in college, he had gotten so desperate that he had gone to bed with his roommate. Seems the roommate was a fairly adventurous sort who didn't care which sex he slept with. Anyway, while it wasn't the deep, lasting relationship Frank craved, he did say that it was so nice finding someone who could handle his size, that he had screwed the roommate for the rest of the semester." I was beginning to get a glimmer of where this might be going, and to my surprise, while my mind was playing denial games, my cock was standing at attention! "And so...?" I prompted, not really sure I wanted to hear the answer. "So we thought it might work to bring in another guy." she replied, her eyes burning into mine, "One whom we both like and respect, with an open mind and a closed mouth, who might be willing to help us out with our little dilemma." I returned her gaze, my heart thumping in my chest, and said, "I think I know where you're going with this, but I need you to spell it out for me, Alexis." She clearly hoped to avoid having to do that, but she shrugged, took a deep breath and leaned over the table to speak in a very low voice. "We want you, David," she said, "to sleep with us. To have sex with both of us. To be my surrogate husband, and Frank's surrogate wife." I exhaled noisily, not having realized I was holding my breath. "I don't know, Alexis." I said, "I mean, I'm pretty open minded about sex, and I'd love to have the chance to make love to you. The few times I've met Frank, I liked and respected him, too. I've even experimented with bisexuality and enjoyed it, but if Frank's as big as you say he is, I'm just not sure I can handle him..." She took my hand in both of hers and once again her gaze burned into mine. "Frank is the gentlest man alive, David. He would never do anything to harm anyone, unless they tried to hurt someone he loves. Please, just come over tonight and have dinner with us, and we'll play it by ear from there, okay?" How could I refuse? Alexis had pulled my ass through a lot of tough assignments at work, always insisting that it was a team effort, and refusing to take credit for her individual part of it. The very least I could do was give the only favor she'd ever asked of me a fair hearing. I was quaking inside when I replied, "I guess that can't hurt. Uh, what time?" I don't think Emily Post ever covered this situation in her books, so I winged it and brought a nice bottle of wine. To my horror, Frank opened the door, looking like a giant as he ducked his head beneath the doorframe to shake my hand. As usual, he was careful not to crush my hand, and the warmth of his greeting put me a little more at ease. "David!" he boomed, though I got the impression he was trying to moderate his tone somewhat, "I was afraid you wouldn't show! Please, come in!" "Hey, Frank." I fumbled, "Uh, I guess Alexis's talked to you about our conversation this afternoon?" "Well, actually," Frank said, taking the wine and handing me an open beer, "we discussed it before she talked to you. We kinda sorted through all the people we knew, and you floated to the top. Not only did I like you when I met you, but Alexis has always spoken well of you, even before we got into this discussion. Look, David, I know this is an awkward situation, okay? I have no idea how this evening's going to turn out,but I really want to thank you for at least giving us a hearing." I felt my ears flush, since, to be honest, I had stood outside that door for a long time before deciding to actually ring the bell. I took the seat he offered and sipped from the beer, almost choking on it as Alexis swept into the room in clingy, form-fitting dress that showed clearly that she wore nothing underneath. I stood again, and she came to me, hugging me warmly. "Thank you so much for coming tonight, David!" she said earnestly. "I know this is not an easy thing to be asked to do, and I appreciate you at least coming to hear us out!" The meal was simple and delicious - leg of lamb pierced with slivers of garlic, steamed vegetables, and saffron rice. Alexis refused to let us talk about anything important - work, or the 'other thing' - during dinner. After coffee, and a superb slice of homemade cheesecake, Frank poured snifters of an excellent cognac, Alexis dimmed the lights and lit candles, and settled beside me on the sofa. Frank sat in the overstuffed chair facing us. Soft music played on the stereo, and the atmosphere, though charged with sexuality, was mellow, flowing. I had been relaxed by the end of the meal, but now the tension started to creep into my shoulders again, despite the atmosphere and soothing music. I still had not decided how far I was willing to go with this. Alexis, I could sense, was also nervous. It's not like there are instruction books on how to seduce a man when your husband's in the room - especially when the guy in question knows that, sooner or later, the husband's going to be joining in. Taking the bull by the horns, and encouraged, I suppose, by the fact that I hadn't bolted yet, Alexis stood and let the slinky fabric of the dress slip slowly down her body to puddle around her feet. It wasn't so much sexy as sensual, but when it was done, she stood modestly crossing an arm over her breasts, while a hand shielded her V. Her gaze darting back and forth between Frank and I, Alexis slowly, shyly, let her hands drop, her face burning with embarrassment. "This is what you get, David," she almost whispered, "if you decide to accept our proposal." I stared, and swallowed hard. Alexis's body was nothing short of perfection, to my way of thinking. Her moderately sized breasts stood high and firm on her chest, and the way her smoothly fleshed belly filled the insubstantial span of her waist and the flaring basket of her pelvis was breathtaking. I could think of nothing to say, and felt myself, foolishly, swallow again. She turned pleading eyes to her husband, who, in the way of most guys I'd known, went about trying to end her embarrassment and get to a resolution of the current situation as directly as possible. It didn't make him a great salesman, but it was an attitude to which I could relate. Quickly, matter of factly, as if preparing for a workout, Frank stripped off his own clothing, draping shirt and trousers more or less neatly over the arms of his chair. I guess the very sight of his wife's body was enough to excite him, because, when he turned, his muscular loins sprouted a more formidable weapon even than my imagination had given him! 'A fucking HORSE would be proud of THAT cock!' I told myself. "And this," he said, almost apologetically, waving a hand at his groin, "is the price of admission." I sat there, stunned at the vision they presented. 'My God!' I thought, 'No wonder she can't take him!' Frank stood a good two feet taller than his wife, and that unimaginably huge pole protruding from his loins, looked as though it would have punctured her lungs, even if she'd been capable of accepting the shaft that was as big around as my forearm! I stared in awe at the tableau before me, and wondered if even my six foot two inch frame could find room for that enormous cudgel. For some reason, though, now that I saw it, it seemed less fearsome and became something more akin to an engineering problem! I've been told that I'm equipped well enough to make a living in adult movies, but my pride and joy looked like a toothpick next to Frank's monster! They both stared at me expectantly, and I knew the next move was mine, but I still wasn't sure which way to go, and I returned Alexis's stare with a pleading look. As if coming out of a trance, Alexis started, then reached for the drawer in the end table. "Maybe this will help, David." she said softly. I looked into the open drawer, and suddenly my mind was made up. "Alexis," I said, "you know I think the world of you, and I have the greatest respect for you, Frank..." Their faces fell as I continued, "...but this is a hard thing to ask of me. I've only had one other bi-sexual experience, and the other guy was smaller than me." Frank's arms went protectively around his wife as they waited for me to finish. "So what I need to be sure of, is that you'll take a lot of time with these," I waved at the assortment of dildoes of various sizes displayed in the drawer, "before you try to put that monster into me..." Alexis gave a short laugh as the tension drained out of her, and Frank's shoulders lost their rigidity as he said, "Of course, David. We know how much we're asking of you, and we'll take as much time as you need." They stood there awkwardly for a long moment, and I could think of nothing else to say. Finally Alexis broke the silence, saying, "This will be a LOT easier if you take your clothes off, too, David." "Oh, uh, of course!" I flushed in embarrassment and started in on my shirt buttons. Alexis knelt to undo my belt and begin removing my trousers. When I was undressed, Alexis led me to the coffee table. Gently, she guided me onto my back and straddled my head, settling her sweetly fragrant pussy lightly on my face. I took the hint and put my tongue to work. Frank raised my legs, and for a moment I feared that he had forgotten his promise. Alexis took my mind off what Frank was doing by capturing my soft cock within the warm, wet confines of her lovely mouth, and Frank merely used a finger to lubricate my passage. Of course, one of his fingers made a fair-sized cock all by itself, so I was glad that he eased it in as gently as he could. "Just try to relax, David." Frank's basso profundo was somehow soothing, all by itself, "I'll take it very slow and easy." Frank's finger was followed by a small dildo, and I began to relax, realizing that he would do nothing to harm me. For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, the three of us made langorous love on the coffee table, knowing that the main event was yet to come, but with no need to hasten its arrival. My newly awakened staff found a home in Alexis's mouth and throat, as my lips and tongue did their best to make her furry slit welcome upon my face. I won't claim not to have felt any pain as Frank introduced larger and larger dildoes into my tender rectum, but mostly, it was mild stretching to accommodate the wider girth of each new shaft. At some point, as the artificial phalluses gained length, I became aware of cramping and shifting deep within me, but the sheer reality of being penetrated so deeply only added to my arousal. Again Frank soothed me, saying, "You're almost there, David." As the last and largest of the practice dicks seated fully inside me, Alexis added urgency to her oral ministrations and allowed the passion to build. Frank began sliding that enormous plastic cock smoothly in and out of me, and my own lingual manipulation of Alexis's delicate sex increased in intensity to match theirs. In a very short time, Alexis and I both shot over the edge as Frank impaled me completely on that huge artificial shaft! The extra stimulation of the dildo rubbing across my prostate made me feel as though I would never stop pumping! Alexis, for her part, went rigid above me, slamming her pelvis repeatedly into my lips and tongue, moaning around my shaft as her climax overtook her. Frank left the dildo inside me as we rested, moving it slowly back and forth. The plastic had warmed to the temperature of my body, and now felt strangely comforting. Alexis never allowed me to slip from her mouth, either. As we lay there, slowly, gently, she coaxed me back to erection, and I did my best to return her to a state of arousal. When, once more, my reawakened shaft was sliding deeply into her throat, Alexis rose and gently helped me stand. It was strange and a little uncomfortable moving around with that giant phallus inside me, but I understood the need, and was grateful for its presence. "Can you walk, David?" Alexis asked softly. I took a few steps, noticing that my toes were pointed inward for some reason, and though I'd describe the motion more as a waddle than a walk, I nodded and croaked, "I think so..." Frank stayed in the background as Alexis led me to their bedroom, one hand on my arm, the other on the end of the dildo. Gingerly, trying not to put too much pressure on the base of the dildo, I reclined on the bed in response to Alexis's guiding hands. Again I lay on my back and my legs were pushed up toward my shoulders. This time, however, Alexis straddled my hips with her back to me, and lowered her tiny, tight pussy onto my rampant shaft. It took her some time to accommodate my size, and I began more fully to appreciate the level of desperation that had brought the two of them to consider this radical solution to their problem. When, finally, she had me fully inside her, Alexis reclined onto the backs of my legs and beckoned her husband to join us. With some trepidation, I felt the plastic dildo slide from within me, and the soft, warm, slippery plum of Frank's lubricated cock nestled into the gaping crater of my once tight orifice. "Okay," he boomed softly, "easy does it, David...!" There was still some stretching, and he reached even further into me than the largest dildo, but the warmth and soft/hardness of him felt wonderful after the hard plastic. Frank's lips found Alexis's and they kissed passionately as, with a deep, soulful groan, he sank all the way into me. "Oooh, baby!" he said softly, "It's almost like I'm really inside you!" "Me too, honey!" Alexis cooed, wriggling on my shaft, "I'm stretched enough to feel like it's you!" As Alexis's arms and legs wrapped around her husband's body, my role became crystal clear. I was to be the conduit of their love for each other, my body little more than a size adapter to allow these mismatched lovers, finally, to consumate their marriage. I had no time to contemplate the ramifications of that revelation as the physical sensations took over my consciousness. Frank's long, thick prod slid relentlessly in and out of my body and Alexis screwed passionately back at him. Even though it was my cock that received the benefit of her efforts. Her small, tight orifice grasped and stroked my shaft, and I discovered quickly that my body responded to her passion, and his, even though I was merely an agent for their mutual pleasure! Each of Frank's thrusts drove my cock into Alexis's body as he pulled her to him. Each time he withdrew, she slid upward, releasing most of my shaft. All of this was recorded by one part of my brain while the rest of me drowned in the sensation. It didn't matter that Alexis was the real object of Frank's passion - I was the one receiving it directly, incredibly, deeply! Nor did it matter that Frank was the focus of Alexis's passion. My rampant member was the one slipping deeply into her clinging wetness, bumping into, then sliding off of her cervix with each of her husband's lustful lunges! As surreal as the situation seemed, I could not deny the improbably erotic feelings it invoked within me! Frank was in the driver's seat, of course, and he drove us both toward the brink with the sheer, awesome power of his passion! My guts churned, slipping and sliding to make room for his monstrous tool with each penetration, while Alexis absorbed the erotic energy from both of us, and re-radiated it tenfold as her tiny body writhed and moaned between us! "I'm almost there, baby!" Frank rasped. "Oooh, yeah!" Alexis cried, "I'm getting there too!" I started to cast my ballot for cumming as well, but felt that it might be an intrusion into a private conversation, so I settled for a guttural moan. Tentatively, not sure if I might be trespassing, I slid a hand down Alexis's belly, searching for, and finally finding the slippery little bud of her clit. Trespass or not, Alexis made no objection as her movements became more urgent! Whether Frank understood why or not, he responded by increasing the speed and power of his thrusts into Alexis/me! I wouldn't have believed anything could penetrate that deeply into my intestines, but Frank's urgent, insistent lunges drove him impossibly far up my fundament! When his release came, I felt an incredible sense of heat deep within me. "AAARRRGGGHHH!" He roared as he spewed into me. My reaction was delayed only long enough for my brain to realize what my body already knew, and my own love potion erupted deep in Alexis's already spasming body! When she felt my discharge, Alexis's voice rose in a high-pitched scream that quickly surpassed the range of my hearing, though I imagined dogs from miles around flocking to the sound of that supersonic shrilling! Alexis's body went rigid between us and her body's grip on my cock tightened until I thought it would squeeze the blood out of my erection! Frank's fountain finally slowed, as did mine, and Alexis collapsed gasping, atop me. It was several minutes, though, before we could move. The intervening time was punctuated by aftershocks as a minor twitch from any of us would send the others into tremors of their own. Eventually, Frank dragged his huge frame up, and began the long, slow process of sliding out of me - an act that left me feeling empty and vulnerable for some reason. Alexis, then, disengaged herself from me, but before I could rise, she captured my lips in a soul-searing kiss, and whispered "Stay the night?" I gazed into her eyes and realized that not quite all of her passion had been for Frank. When I raised my eyes to his face, I knew that he realized it as well, and, incredibly, a slow, welcoming smile split his features. I nodded and accepted his extended hand to help me up. Into the silence, another situation that Emily Post had never covered, I finally said, "Anyone for another BLT?"

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