The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

I doubted that we’d be revealing werewolves to Martha and Douglas on Friday night at dinner in the restaurant, especially with the whole weekend in front of us, but we made sure we’d have the paperwork for that discussion if it reached that point. Carl wouldn’t be in that discussion. Probably Saturday was the day for the revelation if they were interested, giving them Friday night to get used to the idea of an extramarital breeding, and Saturday night to contemplate if they were going to have two children, one for them, and one for the wolves.

Where to have the discussion on wolf breeding: someplace private, but beautiful. Fuck, I thought of Quinn’s magnificent home. Did I even want to be around him. I suppose I could ask him to stay away. How badly did he want to get into my good graces. I told Brigitte what I was thinking.

“Have you got the hots for Quinn?” She asked.

“No. Thrice no. No fucking way, comes to mind.”

“Did you or did you not say you had the best sex ever with that wolf?”

“It was the best, but it doesn’t make up for all the other shit.”

“Of course not, but he did let me fuck him in the ass and sucked off Conor, and apologized to every wolf in the pack. You’ve thought about fucking him again, haven’t you? Don’t lie.”

“All right. I’ve thought about it a couple times, but I don’t even want him there if we use his house. I was thinking of just letting us borrow it. Figured if he’s so eager to suck up, he might consider it.”

“He might, though I’m not sure he’d like a couple unknown humans there without his presence. He might want to lock the door on his playroom, so he doesn’t scare the straights.”

“I don’t want him thinking I’m interested in him. I don’t want to ask. Will you do it?”

“Quinn and Jess, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage. Of course, the baby part might have come first. You’re in science. What are the odds of Quinn being your puppy’s sire?”

I whacked her on the arm, hard, but answered. “Maybe 50%.”

“It’s not uncommon to have some unresolved feelings for the wolf who bred you. Like it or not, he will be the likely father of a living being you’re bringing into the world. Just be careful, because it is Quinn. I’ll ask. He won’t know you thought of it, but he will know you’re going to be there.”

“Tell him that because I am, I’d prefer he not be there if we need to use it.”

Brigitte smiled. “I’ll tell him, but I’m not sure he’ll take the hint.”

When Brigitte called, Quinn agreed to share his house if we needed it, to just call the morning of. He’d have more of his venison stew in the refrigerator so we could microwave it for lunch. I thought if we did go there Saturday, Randa and Simone could also come with their wolves, Four bred humans and the wolves who protected them.

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When we first met Martha and Douglas at the restaurant, Dani and I were just introduced as two women who were helping infertile couples, by getting pregnant with the fathers, then giving them up when they were born. I said that I represented the organization that would provide their services if they wished to utilize them. The four wolves were introduced as infertile couples seeking similar help, serving to protect us while we were pregnant. For the moment, Carl was only introduced as Dani’s fiancé, although the engagement ring wasn’t ready yet.

Martha was short, around 5-2, bubbly and lush. Douglas was eight inches taller than she was, stocky, but athletic looking. They were both dark haired, dark brown for Douglas, black for Martha. They were both stunned somewhat by the beauty of the wolves, the men tall and muscular, the women tall, toned and sleek. Dani and I weren’t ugly, by any means, but there’s handsome, then there’s beautiful.

Both of the newcomers seemed aroused as Brigitte gave an exaggerated sniff to tip me off. The first hour of the meal was a general feeling out process, just deciding if we liked each other enough to contemplate more. Around the time that the restaurant stopped seating new customers, Douglas was apparently comfortable enough to ask the questions that might have been on his mind.

He asked me why I was a spokesperson for the company providing the services they were interested in.

“They were trying something new, something they’d never done before, and I was the first to be a surrogate, and I convinced three other women to do the same. They believe I can give an accurate representation of their services.”

“Why did you agree to become a surrogate mother for another couple?” Martha asked.

“I am getting paid for it, but I do enjoy the fact I can give a couple a child when they might otherwise be unable to have one. I was single and didn’t have anyone else I was accountable to, so I took a chance, and I’ve enjoyed being able to help. If you were solely willing to have a child for someone else, you’d be paid two hundred thousand dollars for your participation. Since you want something out of it for yourself, the amount is less, but you get a healthy child of your own.”

“Did you have actual sex with the husband?” Martha asked.

“I did. There are a number of reasons why it was done that way. The spouse was not averse to it being done naturally, and in fact, participated in the sex on occasion.”

“You had sex with a woman?” Another Martha question.

“I do. I consider myself bisexual. If you wouldn’t want to, it’s not necessary that you do. I find it enhances the sex when it’s lovingly shared with another couple.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Did you have sex with a woman too, Dani?” Martha again.

“I prefer sex with men, but as Jessica said, it is enjoyable.”

“But in your situations, it’s the women who are infertile, not the men,” Douglas asked.

“That’s true, Douglas, but I had a high school friend in Wisconsin, whose husband was infertile. They’d been trying for five years to have a child, and finally got tested and found out he was the one with the problem. It caused such a problem in their marriage, that they had separated for a time, trying to decide what to do, as my friend really wanted to have children. They couldn’t afford IVF treatments, and while adoption might be a possibility, my friend wanted her own children, not someone else’s. They eventually decided to let her seek a child with another man.”

“How did that occur for them?”

“When she became fertile, Conor, Brigitte and I joined them in their home. While he was at work, Conor had sex with her a couple times in the morning, a couple times in the afternoon. After he returned from work, the husband watched Conor have sex with his wife once more, before Conor left them to reconnect, to have sex together.”

“Why exactly were you there?” Douglas asked.

“Conor and Brigitte are my bodyguards. They couldn’t protect me if I were someplace else, so Brigitte and I slept in their spare bedroom. They actually helped protect me from a couple rapists plaguing that part of Wisconsin at the time.”

“Why do you need bodyguards? Are you rich?” Martha asked

“If I were rich, I wouldn’t have needed to be paid to be a surrogate. It’s just that the couple has a lot invested in my child, and they don’t want anything to happen to me. It’s difficult finding women who are willing to have someone else’s children, then give it up. There was a cost to the couple for Conor’s help in conceiving their child. In return for sex with a physically perfect male specimen, guaranteed to be disease free, that woman has to provide a child for another infertile female and give up the child. They can have more children, but for each one they provide the couple, they need to provide another for a barren couple.”

“Why must they give another couple a child?” Martha asked. “You’re saying I’d have to have two kids, to have one myself.”

“Someone else is bearing all medical expenses for you, and providing a healthy father for yours. You can take the chance of having one with someone else, but you don’t know what you’re getting. In this case, you know. In addition to all expenses for the extra child, they also provide you a sum of $50, 000. It’s that important to them. You can have a child with someone who looks like Tony or Conor, or take pot luck on some other sperm. It’s up to you, of course.”

“If Martha and I wanted to do something similar, what would we have to do?”

“Both of you would need to submit to medical exams with your own physicians, paid for by the organization. They would want to ensure that Martha is healthy enough to have their children. It would also confirm that Douglas wouldn’t accidentally impregnate Martha while she’s trying to have a child for them. You need to sign some paperwork, both a non-disclosure agreement, and eventually, a contract, obligating you to give an infertile couple a child for each one that you have.”

“Where would this take place?” Douglas asked.

“There are infertile couples in Boston. The company providing the services is headquartered here in Maine, but it’s a New England organization. It could be done in your home, or a nearby hotel, depending on what you’re both looking for.

“Douglas, there is information to suggest that you would like to witness Martha’s breeding. It’s merely a supposition based upon your reading material and other indicators including the porn you have on your computer. If that’s not the case, I apologize. On the off chance that you do, in fact, want to see Martha have sex with someone else, that’s the reason Carl is here.

“Despite the fact that he’s planning to marry Dani, he likes watching Dani have sex with other men. He’s a willing cuckold. Dani has already informed him that if they do get married. It’s unlikely that any of the children she bears will be his. She’s contractually obligated to have another one for an infertile couple. Then she planned to have one for them, but since he enjoys watching her have sex with other men, the odds of it being his child would be diminished. She might then agree to provide two more children for the organization, before having another one for her own marriage, a total of six children, four of which she’ll be paid for and give up, and two for her own marriage.

“If you would like to talk to Carl about his lifestyle, and if it’s similar to something you’d like to do, why don’t you have a chat with him up in your room for some privacy. I think they want to shut down the restaurant. We’ll go to the bar and wait for you to finish. I just want you to know that none of us looks down on you for your fantasies. We all enjoy watching each other have sex, and it doesn’t matter that much to us. We look at love as the emotional commitment you make to one another, not who you have sex with.”

Douglas decided to take Carl up on his offer to share his experiences as a cuckold. I paid for Martha’s and Douglas’s meal, and the rest of us adjourned to the bar. The wolves didn’t like alcohol, especially when on guard duty, and Dani and I couldn’t drink, so being there was pretty much a waste for the bar, as we mostly had water, and a couple of soft drinks thrown in to pay for something, and not just eat up space. Dani, Lisette, Brigitte and I found a quiet corner where we could converse with Martha. The two male wolves kept an eye out to deter any horny men who wanted to check out the four women.

“During your conversations with Douglas, did he admit to having fantasies of you with another man?” I asked.