Despite a meek resistance, Helen carefully succeeded in taking her husband’s underwear down and revealed the center of her troubles.
It was a very normal cock. Uncut. Average looking, though perhaps a bit bigger due to age and your seated angle.
“That’s … nice? I guess?” you replied in awkward tones.
“Nice? It’s very nice! A lot of people would be jealous of …” Helen retorted exasperated, before the well practiced support of her husband broke through and calmed her whilst covering himself back up.
“Listen, I think what my wife is trying to say isn’t getting out right so I’ll try and … make it make sense” Todd chafed, clearly a little bit off put by the surprise exposure.
“I’ve got a big business opportunity. Long term. International. As much as I want to be with my wife, I can’t turn it down. It’ll set us up for a long time.”
“That’s great?” you replied, not trying to sound like an ass.
“Thanks. The thing is … we are trying to have kids, and we’re not able to try as often as we like due to schedules. This trip will really make it difficult.” Todd remarked, staring into his wife’s eyes as she smiled right back.
“Unless …” you egged on.
“Unless I … well, unless I leave my ‘equipment’ here to be used by someone else while I’m gone.”
Oh. Ooooooh.
“Oh wow” you responded, the quiet part out loud.
“Yeah” Todd shifted, scratching his package in that oh so familiar spot.
“So you want me to …”
“Let’s be clear, I love my husband.” Helen interjected passionately. “But yes, we need your help. That scan we talked about earlier? You two are a pretty compatible match in many ways, which should mean no complications in the long term.”
Suddenly you grew very aware of the stirring in your own underwear, and the presence of the other just a few feet away.
“Here’s the plan: We swap junk. You get my … well my family jewels and … I’ll look after yours. I’ll fly out tonight to work over these huge deals and -“
“- and *you* will be coming home with me to our house, where we can ‘monitor’ the sperm production of my husband’s balls hosted on your body and … extract some from time to time.” Helen continued, a matter of fact professionalism buoyed by confidence. You had to wonder whose plan this actually was.
“So just to be clear here … you want me to get your wife pregnant with your balls, while you run off with mine halfway across the world to who knows where for who knows how long?” You retorted, a little incredulous but also a little intrigued.
“It’s weird dude I know but it’s also practical. I’ll be back every few weeks, it’s totally reversible anytime with all this equipment in the clinic and we’ll pay you for your efforts, success or not. I don’t mess around, so you’ll get it all back how it is now.”
“And you won’t even have to touch me.” Helen continued, staking her position amongst all the boy talk.
“Oh well, I don’t … I mean it’s not … you aren’t that bad …” you blurted, much to her blushing amusement.
“So, what do you say? No hard feelings if you back out, but we’ll do what we can to make it work. The flight leaves tonight.” stated Todd unfazed. He must have a lot of trust in his wife to be doing this, you thought.
You felt your member chub and you realised that - if you accepted this - you might not ever feel this sensation again. Looking up at Helen and Todd though, they looked like decent people… and his package wasn’t so different to yours … and his wife, well, she wasn’t bad standing there hands on hips … and paid for too? You had some thinking to do ...