Too Good to be True

Acknowledgements

The people having sex are in their twenties. No BTB.

The sex is not exactly consensual. Nobody says yes, but no one says no either.

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I was stupid!?

I told her that I loved her over and over. That just seemed to piss her off.

"Why did I do it? Honestly, I was stupid!?" I told her, but it was not really an answer. I had already told her it was all on me. That she had done nothing wrong. My betrayal must have hurt Amber terribly and I thought she might not be Mrs. Amber Alman much longer. I had broken the heart of the one person I never wanted to hurt.

"Judge, it looks like you are flushing our five-year marriage down the toilet. If you have any interest in saving our love, now is the time to talk." I caused the pain in those warm brown eyes. This is killing me.

Amber has curly brown hair and bee-stung lips that I have learned to love. What attracted me first was her sense of humor. I became a friend and then a lover. In the natural progression of things, I became a husband. Until I screwed up, my plan had been to become a parent with her.

I had been silent too long.

"Should we blame it all on those round heeled shoes of hers?" Amber asked with scorn, "Did she fall over backwards because of the shoes and your hard dick just happened to slip into her wet cunt when you tried to break her fall?"

She stomped her heel to wake me up. "Judge, throw me a bone! I'm dying here!" She was gathering herself up to leave.

"It was free!" I blurted out.

"What?" Her lips were drawn together, you know, like she does when she really angry. I wondered if I would ever kiss those lips again.

"IT WAS FREE!" I startled myself. "Sorry, I didn't mean to shout!" She was tapping her foot like a metronome setting a beat. "You see where I lived, where I grew up, it had a price. Well not really a price, but a value.

"Do you see what I mean?" She did not nod yes, but she did stop tapping her foot.

"All the guys I knew as a kid said they would never pay for it. But somebody out there must have been buying because everyone knew the going rates." It's a guy thing, how do I explain this. "I mean the prices were not all the same, but you knew what a street vendor would charge. That it would be a lot less than going to a fancy place with all the amenities. That some people would go overboard and have it catered for an arm and a leg.

"There were legends of men with more money than sense who would buy a whole week of exclusive use."

Amber sighed and sat down. Thank God she is not running from me! I quickly parked my ass so that I didn't tower over her.

"Just to be clear, it is sex we are talking about, right!" she suppressed a smirk when she said it.

"Yes, it was sex, but just sex! Nothing more than sex!" I agreed. "To my people it was a commodity and something people sought out. If you were not buying it the pathway was a lot less certain. You had to build a relationship with a potential provider, develop a rapport. You had to invest time and money. Buy a meal, take them somewhere entertaining, and then n charm them out of it. Honestly, even though you were not paying for it, you still paid for it. If you know what I mean."

"But you never paid for it?" she prodded.

"Well, I wined and dined you." I should not admit that. "But once I saw where things were headed the goal was actually marriage."

"Buy the cow and then the milk is free?" she prodded.

"No! God no! I want it all. The companionship, support, tender understanding, building a family. I want to share my life with you. But honestly the gardening and the laundry I do has value, the cooking you do has value. Cleaning the house has value. In the end the sex we share has a value too." I should have said the love we shared was priceless, but I did not think of it at that time.

"So, what happened?" she looked so innocent.

I slowly answered. "It was like walking down a path and finding a hundred-dollar bill... of course I picked it up."

"What if that money belonged to a young mother that was going to use it to buy formula for her infant?" Amber wanted to know. "She's a child raising a child and carelessly dropped the money?"

I thought for a minute, "Maybe that's not right, maybe it's a rock on the road that you realize is an uncut gemstone, something of value, and it has fallen into your hands."

"But the point is I was not looking for any. It was dropped into my hands. It had value, but it was free." What was that phrase from my youth. "Nobody passes up free pussy."

The Counter Argument

Amber seemed to understand my predicament.

"But Judge, didn't your parents ever have the talk with you?" She was holding my hand.

"About the birds and the bees?" I remember them approaching that many times and being too vague to understand and then my mother finally showing up with a picture book, using anatomical terms and saying exactly what she wanted me to know. That well-worn book is still on my shelf.

"No silly! About things of value." She thought for a minute. "Your best friend has a birthday and wants you to take the bike they just got for a spin. Or in my case she got that new dress everyone wanted and she wanted ME to wear it to the mall with her."

Yeah. She lost me.

"Look at it the other way. You meet a friend and they buy you a drink. The next time you meet, you buy the round. You keep a respectful balance.

"Women always have to be watchful of that balance. There are people lining up to do things for you. Buy you a meal. Take you to a show. Give you a piece of jewelry for an occasion. Pay your rent because times are hard. Buy you a new car because your old clunker is dangerous to drive. Use their influence to get you in the country club or into a better job or on some preferred listing.

"These things rarely have price tags, sometimes the provider does not even know what they want out of it. But there are always strings attached, even if you don't see them. Try to remember that."

Then she gave me a tender kiss and whispered, "You're going to be a daddy!" With a smile.

I was forgiven.

What Got Me There

It was the Friday we were going to start building our family. I might have mentioned trying to catch up to a couple of friends and been gifted a little blue pill from an anonymous donor.

The gal's Friday afternoon pool party was winding down. My wife Amber would get together with friends from the neighborhood every Friday. They would drink cocktails, layout, dance like go-go girls from the seventies and cool off in the pool. They would normally be leaving around the time I arrived home.

Amber was in her old string bikini. She had put on a few pounds in all the right places since she bought it and her boobs were always threatening to burst free. The bottom kept trying to convert to a thong as well and the front triangle did more to highlight her camel toe than conceal it. It all looked great on her golden skin.

Lauren lived next door. She was a beautiful black woman with a closely trimmed afro and sparkling black eyes. She loved to flirt, but you knew she was never serious about it. Her husband was a long hall trucker and every time he returned home it was like a sailor on leave. They had a hyperactive ten-year-old that loved skateboarding, soccer and riding his bike.

Theoretically Lauren had the most conservative bathing suit. It was a one piece with short sleeves. It covered most of her back, all of her cleavage and even extended down her legs as tight shorts. It was a dark emerald green made from thin elastic material. Lauren had surprisingly small breasts. She made up for that with a wide bottom and fashionably big butt.

The suit was so form fitting it seemed to be painted on. Her nipples always stood up rock hard when she wore it. You could even make out the pebbling on her areolae. Her lady bits were faithfully displayed as well. Then to leave no doubt she was a sexy woman, her bathers were two-tone with a lighter shade of green highlighting and exaggerating her already sexy figure.

The third musketeer was Barbara who liked to be called Babs. Never Barbie, "I'm not a barbeque!" She was naturally ash blond but dyed it to a golden hue. Babs had a heart shaped face and would have been quite cute if she had not done so much to enhance her looks.

She over-plucked her eyebrows then had them replaced with tattoos. Her lips were injected with collagen or some damned thing. Her beautiful sapphire blue eyes were frequently further 'enhanced' by colored lenses.

Her bathing costumes always felt like display material for her enhanced boobs and bootie. A walking ad for her plastic surgeon.

She had stopped at what looked like a large C cup making me wonder how small they had been when she started reconstructing herself.

She was shockingly fish belly white. Her sunscreen was probably closer to SPF 100 than 50 leaving skin as white as new fallen snow. She wore really cute huge floppy hats, big funky 60s counterculture style sunglasses. Her wedding set featured a huge diamond on her engagement band that was overgrown to the point of looking fake.

Amber assured me it was real and worth somewhere between the price of a high-performance sports car and a middle-class home. "OK, so it's a nice ring and she's proud of it, but I wish she would quit waving it under my nose to show off how rich she is!"

Amber tapped me lightly on the head making a 'knock-knock' sound-effect with her tongue. "Judge! She is not flaunting her wealth! She is reminding you she is married."

A surprised laugh escaped my lips. Then I realized it was not a joke. "But I don't even like her!"

"That was a bit cruel!" my wife smirked.

"I honestly don't think she is attractive to men!" I protested. "But you're not joking, are you?"

"Men are so dense at times." She stared at me with eyes wide open. "Honestly, you never noticed how she is never alone in a room with you? Always stands so that there is someone sandwiched between you and her? Frequently, mentions that she is married when you're around?"

I am nodding my head 'no' to this. "You have to be kidding!"

"Judge! You really have not noticed her inserting 'My husband' this, 'my HUSBAND' that with every third sentence?" one of those laughs of disbelief escaped her lips.

I remembered giving Babs a steady hand when she was stepping up to the pool deck one time. Her eyes burned me and she told me "That hand belongs to my HUSBAND!" I thought she was quite rude at the time. Now...

"My god! You're right!" I exclaimed to Amber, "She thinks I am hitting on her!" I explained to her in disbelief.

"I know." The love of my life replied.

What Happened

The pool party was still going when I arrived home. Amber gave me a quick kiss and a hug. She tasted like a virgin Margarita. She was so committed to baby making that she was already on the wagon.

Lauren was buzzed, touchy-feely. Babs had a carefully measured alcohol content so that she could remain in control around me. Surprisingly Amber had not thrown out her friends yet.

"Put on the new suit I bought you," Amber sang out to me. "Swim a few laps."

The new swimsuit was more of a banana hammock than sports gear, unless lovemaking is a sport.

I brushed my teeth and took my little blue performance enhancer. Then I slipped on the tiny bit of cloth. Maybe it was the thought of the three gals seeing me that had me growing hard. It had to be too soon for the pill to work.

I dove in the pool and started to do laps. I kept my eyes closed when I swam to keep the chlorine from burning them. I had memorized the length of the pool.

I was slowed down a bit by my rudder. I thought I was regaining control when I was shocked out of my zone by the screaming. I popped my head out of the water to see Babs hugging Lauren. Lauren was wailing "My baby! MY BABY!!"

Amber had on her beach coverup and had her serious travel handbag on her shoulder. She was pushing her everyday purse into the bag as I watched.

"Lauren, grab a change of clothes, your purse, cell-phone and charger, insurance cards, health records. I will meet you in front of your house." She was all business.

"Sorry Judge! Something happened to Lamont and we are headed to the emergency room. I am the only sober one, so I got designated driver." She leaned over me and said in a softer voice, "I know I promised to start that project with you tonight, but I will make it up to you." And blew me a kiss.

I was odd man out. Putting in a few more half-hearted laps, wondering if there were any Margaritas left. Wondering what to do with my abandoned erection when I bumped into something soft.

That something turned out to be Babs.

"I thought you left with the others, or went home." I stuttered.

It was a compromising position. Babs arms were resting on the edge of the pool. Holding her up. My chest was pressed against her very perky breasts. Her hips had floated up between my legs, her pussy was bumping against my pulsing hard-on.

I winced knowing I was going to be screamed at or slapped. Instead, she grabbed my rock-hard dick and asked, "Do you want some help with this?"

I definitely remember not answering that question as my joke of a swimsuit disappeared. I only remember her pulling one string and then her bottoms were floating off into the sunset.

Her pussy resembled a smooth hairless peach just starting to split open with ripeness. Did she shave? Wax or pluck? Laser her hair down there away? I don't know, but it was smooth as silk when she rubbed against me.

"Oh, look! The poor thing is lonely!" she lightly ran her finger up to the tip of my penis where a clear drop of pre-cum was getting ready to drop. "Your dick is crying Judge." She caught the drop on her fingertip. "Do you want someone to play with you, big boy?" she growled to my dick.

"What about Kendal?" I wanted to kick myself for bringing up her husband.

"What about him?" she cooed innocently, "He's not here." She observed wisely. "And even if he were, he would not play with Dick. Kendal would tell you to walk your own dog." She just gave my penis a nickname.

She opened her mouth in a big 'O'. I set my sights on a blow job. Instead, she slapped the head of my prick against her soft cheek making a soft popping noise that rose in pitch when she opened her mouth wider and wider and drummed her cheek with my drumstick.

"We make sweet music together." She whispered, "Right now I want you riding me from behind!" Babs swiveled around and pressed her hips up over the lip of the pool. She was surprisingly agile. Her smooth white buttocks were slightly open exposing the pink carnation of her anus and the swollen fruit of her pussy. In a moment from her bent over position she was guiding my swollen cock into her hot dripping pussy.

Our rhythmic pumping was making waves. Our wet parts had started above the waterline but as we continued, we were like our own little wave machine. The water begins tugging on my balls and eventually splashing her lady bits.

The cool evening breeze on our skin. The water pushing and pulling at our joining parts. Her tunnel of love squeezing my throbbing firehose. It all became too much, grunting like animals we came in waves of ecstasy.

My cock was at half-mast and dripping our juices. An amazing amount of water had splashed out of the pool. My brain was in neutral as I watched Babs crawling out of the pool.

She was amazingly limber, with her cunt pressed firmly against the deck she brought one knee and then the other up onto higher ground. Her entire body was pressed flat against the ground. Her legs were frogged out to the sides. Her butt was pink from my hips slapping her ass. She was dripping our pearlescent fluids from her fully exposed vulva. Her labia major had grown fat and split open to welcome my penis. Her curtains had swollen to at least three times their normal size to hug my cock. Her female parts had turned bright red in a dramatic contrast to her pale white skin.

As I watched the spume leaking from her vagina, I saw her experience another contraction causing her asshole to wink at me and her clear ejaculate to squirt out of her V. I must have pulled out too soon. I guess she did not need me to come again.

All my blood must have drained from my brain. I felt stupid and incredibly clumsy. I stumbled out of the pool using the stair.

"Throw the lounger cushions on the ground." Babs ordered.

"Aye, aye Captain!" I let my dripping cock salute her.

She had raised up in a sort of upward facing dog. Babs was incredibly flexible, somehow from there she got her feet under her and deftly rose up without using her hands.

She had me lay down on the impromptu mattress. She licked my balls and sucked on Dick's swollen head. Then she kissed me for the first time. Her tongue found my lips and forced its way into my mouth.

It was not my first time tasting my cum. When I masturbated a lot as a teenager I licked it from my fingers a few times. It was not bad, but I had to admit it tasted better mixed with Babs juices. Amber never kissed me after a blow job, at least not until she had a chance to rinse her mouth.

Dick was eagerly waving to get her attention. She rubbed him affectionately with her butt a few times. Then with limber flexibility she swiveled around and used her slit to slide up and down my eager cock. She was not letting me in but had me nestled between her vaginal lips like a frank nestled in a hot dog bun.

It was maddening! I wanted to plumb her depths, instead I was just superficially sliding back and forth at the entrance.

She finally took mercy on me and tilted herself on the upstroke so the head of poor Dick finally got to go inside. She started riding me reverse cowgirl, then alternated with twerking moves. Her fine white ass looked amazing bouncing up and down on my cock.

At some point I realized she was talking to it. "Come on Dick!" and "Keep up!" and encouraging, "That's a good boy!" When I thought I could take no more: "Cum Dick, cum! Fill me with your hot spunk! That's a good boy!"

It had to be the performance enhancer because there is no way I could have followed up without a break to recharge in the normal world.

She turned to face me and took off her top. I realized she had not fully undressed until now. Her surgeon had done a beautiful job with her boobs. Her nipples were surprisingly small and a very light strawberry pink. They were like decorations carefully placed by a master pâtissier.

She had a serious business-like expression on her face as she draped her swim bra over my eyes. I think she was on her feet facing me sliding herself up and down Dick in a squatting position. When I tried to move the blindfold, she pinned down my hands. When I tried to touch her breasts, she pinned down my hands. There was no question who was in charge.

When she said "Faster Dick, faster!" I pumped faster. If she had told me to jump, I would have jumped. I exploded ropes of hot semen upward into her womb, like a geyser. A moment later her whole body was shaking with a massive orgasm and she collapsed on top of me.

The hard tip of her nipple was there. My mouth was there. I licked a circle around it with the tip of my tongue but when I tried to suck on it, she pulled up.

"No biting!" in voice that said [Down Dick! Bad dog!]

She stood up. Then grabbed her bra. Her skin was blindingly white against the dark evening sky. She stepped lightly on my chest and a large dollop of our combined cum dripped down, barely missing my face as she walked over me.

"This was a revenge fuck. Kendal cheated on me. It won't happen again." She said in a low voice.

The previous owners had joined our yard to hers with a gate. She slipped through the gate without a word. Her ass had a perky swing to it and I saw her butt had cute dimples that I never noticed before.

I had not seduced her. Her ass had fallen off the truck and landed on my cock. Dick had just been thrown some spare bit of kitty. It was not even romantic. The only kiss we shared was really her raping my mouth with my own semen. I was beginning to understand those "me too" folks who decided after the event that it was not what they had wanted, but it did not take ten years for me to figure it out.

I called the love of my life. Shockingly it had not even been thirty minutes.

"We're at the emergency room!" Amber told me. "They are trying to get Lamont stable. The plan is to send him to the children's hospital. I will call later when I know more."

Lamont had ruptured his spleen jumping his bike off a loading dock. He was trying to jump over barrels like some motorcycle stuntman from the sixties. He landed badly on the rim of a barrel. His friend had got him back on his bicycle and used it to awkwardly carry Lamont to his house.

Amber stayed with Lauren until Monty got there Monday morning. He could not just abandon his truck. He had to finish the job to avoid punitive charges.

I consciously tried to not think about the incident. If I didn't think about it, it was not real.

I made a strong effort to give Babs more personal space because she made me nervous. Ironically, she seemed more relaxed around me. The impression we gave off was that we were getting along better.

I had somehow dodged the bullet. Life went on. Amber did make-up our missed baby making session many times over.

Amber and Lauren became sisters after that. Lauren had freaked out and Amber and Babs were there for her. Amber brought Lauren through the test by fire, but thought she could have done better.

When we started getting serious about starting our family, we had a pool monitor put in. I guess the theory was if a kid drowns in the pool, recording the event would somehow help?

Anyway, one day, Amber pulled up the pool party to see what she could have done better and witnessed Babs using my chemically induced erection. And that, as they say is the "Rest of the story!"

Epilog

Amber POV

I love Judge, but he is so dense. I explained to him about things of value, my 'too good to be true' speech. He really did not get it. Even when I told him he was going to be a father.

Well, all I can do is love him...

For all the Judges in the world:

Babs POV

Pool parties have grown. In addition to the ladies' one on Friday we have all been getting together a lot on Saturdays and Sundays. Lauren had Monty put in a gate to make it easy to go from their yard to Amber's like I can from mine. We are all connected now.

Then they put a 'Lamont alarm' on the pool that barks out an alert like a trash truck backing up when there are waves in the pool. Lamont's accident and near-death experience was a terrible trial by fire but it made our other plans easier. He barely got his staples out when he fell off his skateboard and broke his arm. He is not clumsy, he is fearless. I think there will always be something with him.

We are all back and forth all the time now.

I caught Kendal acting all macho around Judge. I pulled him to one side and warned him that if he wanted to be there for his boy as he grew up, he better play nice with the neighbors.

Amber and I are starting to show. Lauren has agreed to be our birth coach. She's thinking Lamont needs a little sister. I wonder if she has a color preference?

As for me, it would be nice to try for a boy after this one.

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I thought I did pretty well: beginning, middle, end...