Unspeakable Proposal

by Lee, Brenda Stokes

  John and Hope had been happily married for over five years, yet they remained childless. They had tried everything known to man to conceive after realizing three years ago they could not conceive naturally. The fertility specialists quickly eliminated John as the cause of their infertility. John was healthy, with an above average sperm count and an extremely active libido. Unfortunately, all signs pointed to Hope. During her college years, Hope had enjoyed a very active sex life, which resulted in a couple of STDS and a few unwanted pregnancies which were promptly terminated.

  The fertility doctor gave them a remarkably slim to none chance of conceiving naturally. He suggested they consider adoption or contract a surrogate. Hope was devastated and wouldn’t even consider either. She loved John, and she wanted to share this love with a child. A child which she conceived with her handsome husband the good old fashioned way.

  “How about some waffles? I have a craving for some waffles, so what do you say?” John asked as he towel dried his body from his morning shower.

  “Sure! Sounds good. Give me a second and I’ll make some.” She mumbled as she stared at the negative pregnancy strip as if staring at it would change the results.

  “Take your time. I’ve got it. Belgian waffles are my specialty. I would love to cook a batch for you my lovely lady.” He said as he pulled on a pair of sweat pants. Hope did not respond, so John stole a quick kiss made his way downstairs to the kitchen. “Come down when you’re ready.” He yelled back.

  Now of course the negative pregnancy tests weighed heavy on John’s spirit as well. Try as hard as he could, he struggled to get past their disappointment. “God I don’t ask for much... And I don’t mean to be disrespectful... But would it stop the rotation of the earth for you to allow that damn test to be positive just once? Just one damn time that’s all I’m asking for!” He vented beneath his breath as he prepared breakfast. “I fucking hate Saturday! It’s the shittiest day of the week. Most people love, love, love Saturday, but not me! Not John Sabin! I hate it!” He growled as he violently beat the waffle batter. Unbeknown to John, Hope heard every word he said.

  Hope knew John was as frustrated by her infertility as she was. He was a patient, loving, faithful man, and she was extremely lucky to have him. Even still, she knew a life without a child would destroy him and subsequently their marriage. She realized she had to do something, anything to rectify their problem, but what?

  “Hey! Can I help?” She said as she instantly began to brew a pot of coffee.

  “Sure! Start with the coffee and then you can whip up some of your delicious, world famous turkey and spinach omelets.” John responded as he silently prayed she didn’t hear his temporary meltdown.

  “Okay, I’m on it!”

  Less than fifteen minutes later they were cruising the newspaper and enjoying a delicious breakfast.

  “So what’s on the agenda for the day?” John asked as he read the sports page.

  “Not much. I have a hair appointment and a mani/ pedi. I don’t know do you want to go out to dinner later?”

  “Not really... If it’s all the same to you, I just want to lie around the house with my hand in my pants and vegetate in front of the TV. I mean if that’s okay!”

  “Sounds good to me. Maybe later... Let’s say around ten... You’ll let me stick my hands in your pants.” She snickered.

  John chuckled. “Now that’s definitely a date!”

  “Good! It’s a date! John can I ask you something?”

  “Of course!” John folded his paper and placed it on the table to give her his undivided attention. “Ask me anything.”

  “What do you think about contracting a surrogate?”

  “Except that!” He chuckled. “Hope, you know I want a baby as bad as you do, but those surrogates are as coo-coo as Koko Puffs. I don’t even want to think about getting caught up in that crazy ass drama. I’d rather just adopt.”

  “Baby I know, but at least with a surrogate the baby will have your DNA.”

  “Hope, what difference does that make?”

  “The child will be yours John, which will allow you to bond closer to him.”

  “Hope, we are going to bond with our baby whether it has our DNA or not. I’ve just heard too many horror stories about surrogacy to even consider subjecting you to that just so that our baby can have my genes. No... Let’s just adopt, okay?”

  “John I’ve heard far more horror stories about adoptions than surrogacy. Can you at least consider it?”

  “Baby, you know I’d walk through a burning building, butt ass naked if you ask me to.... But please don’t ask me to do this. Okay? I’ll do anything else, but I have a real, real bad feeling about contracting a surrogate. Ask me to do anything else, but just not this. Okay? Please?”

  Hope knew surrogacy had been taboo for John from the very beginning. It wasn’t fair for her to force this on him, so she backed down. “You’re right. Next week I’ll do some research to find a good adoption attorney.”

  John instantly sighed a gigantic breath of relief. “Thank you baby! Thank you! Trust me, this is the best way to go.”

  CHAPTER 3

  A couple of months later, John opened the door of his contemporary mansion in Charlotte, North Carolina, to discover the scent of vanilla aroma candles and a trail of fresh rose petals that lead from the front door up the massive spiral staircase to his master bedroom. A devious smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and spread quickly over his face. He was tired, and it was late. He just wanted to get a good steak in his belly and call it a night. Unfortunately, his dick did not get that memo because it rapidly expanded in his pants at the thought of what his beautiful wife Hope had in store for him.

  Carelessly tossing his keys on the large polished cherry wood table in the foyer, he quickly loosened his silk tie and followed the trail of red pedals. “Hope, I’m home. Baby are you up there?” There was no answer. “What’s going on?” There was no answer. Naturally, John knew exactly what was going on.

  They had tried every trick known to man to conceive to no avail. Weeks later and a ton of smoldering hot, sweaty sex later the couple was no closer to having a child than they were the day they married. The couple had turned to romantic role play to ease the stress and tension of facing a life without children. Naturally, it also helped to keep their sex life exciting and extremely active. If there was a slim chance Hope could become pregnant, John wanted to take it. The least he could do was to make love to his wife every day until it happened. Actually John loved all the fantasy and role playing. It excited him and took his love making to a whole new level.

  “Hope... I’m home... Where are you....?” He teased as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his pants. There was no response, so he continued along the rose bud trail that led through the French doors of their massive bedroom suite. Expecting to see Hope spread eagle across the bed naked with a long stem rose between the lips of her pussy, he was disappointed to find the bed empty. “Baby... Where are you?” There was no verbal response, but the mellow sound of soft jazz began to softly play in their bathroom. Puzzled that she had not answered him once, he noticed the trail of rose duds continued into their master bath. So, he cautiously followed the trail, not certain what or whom he’d find at the end of it. “Okay... Ready or not here I come.”

  John’s breath immediately vacated his lungs in a long deep sigh of awe when he entered the room. Their bathroom had been meticulously converted into an exotic, floral oasis. Tropical plants and flowers from around the world were strategically arranged to give the large bathroom the look and feel of a beautiful secret garden. As his eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly lit room, he spotted his wife near the pool size Roman tub.

  “Oh my God...” John unconsciously breathed.

  Hope was entirely nude and as still as a whisper. She was posed like a beautiful, life size bronze statue. Her entire face and body had been professionally airbrushed a stunning bronze color. She wore a super long bronze curly wig which matched h
er skin tone flawlessly. Her large expressive brown eyes stared off into space blankly. She was a breathtaking work of art.

  Not knowing what else to do, the awe struck John quickly pulled his phone from his pants pocket and fired off a succession of pictures as he babbled uncontrollably. “This is so damn unreal... Baby! Did you do all of this for me? Unbelievable! Look at you! Who did this? Oh my God! Look at you! You’re...”

  “Pissed! That’s what I am!” Hope broke character and quickly responded.

  “What did I do?” John laughed as he continued to take pictures.

  “I don’t have a clue what you plan to do with those pictures, but I’d better not see them on Facebook!”

  “What? Why would I post naked pictures of my beautiful wife on the internet? I’m calling Hugh Hefner with these!”

  “You’re an idiot!” Hope snickered as she tried to take the camera phone from him. “Okay stop! Cut the camera off. You’re spoiling the whole ambience.”

  “Okay... Okay... Okay... Just one more picture. Strike your pose one more time and let me get a shot of you in the garden, and I’ll put it away.”

  “Okay... One more picture and then you’re mine!”

  “Absolutely!” John quickly agreed as he backed back for the wide angle shot.

  “Hell! Okay! I spent all day setting this up. Three more shots! Make them quick and don’t forget to get a close up of my face in one.”

  “No problem, because I’m pretty sure I am about to ruin your makeup!” He chuckled as the site of his wife’s spectacular nude frame caused his manhood to restlessly stir in his slacks. Firing off his last shot he replied, “Okay I’m done. Now tell me what you want me to do.”

  “Okay! This is a tropical paradise you happen to stumble upon. The tub is an inviting pool that entices you to strip naked and get in. I’m a beautiful statue that magically comes to life the moment she sees you. Just play it by ear from there.”

  “Got it! I’m on it! I’ll go back out and come in again.”

  “Okay! Let me get back in position.” Hope giggled.

  Moments later John slowly entered the bathroom. He pretended to be astounded as he took in the sites and admired the tropical foliage. Stopping at the statue called Hope, he gently moved a curl from her face and softly kissed her on her lips. She remained motionless although his kiss touched her deeply. Craving more he decided to stay in character and turned his focus to the Roman tub. Hope had filled the tub with rose petals and floating candles. Slipping his clothes off slowly, John prepared to get in but not before taunting and teasing the beautiful bronze lady.

  John had a spectacular body. He was an attorney who took immense pride in his appearance. He worked out at least four times a week, and it showed. Tall at six foot two he had a long, lean muscular build with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. His grooming ritual was thorough if not methodic and he had not a single strand of body hair. His body was smooth, tan, muscular and just slightly shy of stunning.

  Blessed and highly favored John was the proud owner of a big, thick, rock hard dick that would make any woman’s mouth water for a lick. Stroking it slowly he stared aimlessly at the inviting pool of water. His eyes closed briefly as the sensation of his own hand slowly took him to his happy place. Without a care in the world he slow stroked his hard manhood with a firm and persistent hand.

  Hope, who had assumed a statuses position, watched in agony as John continued to please himself. Her nipples drew tighter and prickled. They were now tight and hard, and she wanted desperately to squeeze them. Unfortunately, she was a lifeless statue, and that wasn’t an option. Besides, her breasts were the least of her problems. Without warning, her clit swelled and peeked from its protective hood just as her pussy began to thump and swallow. John was driving her insane, and she couldn’t take it a second longer.

  Leaving her platform, she slowly approached John and kneeled at his feet. His eyes opened to find her perched there. He smiled as he watched her eyes glaze over with lust. He knew Hope wanted what was in his hands and he had no intention of making it easy for her. John wasn’t sure if in this particular fantasy world statues could speak, but he planned to make this one beg before the night was over.

  Hope's eyes quickly became mesmerized by the precise, persistent motion of John’s hand. It seemed to glide effortlessly up and down his ten inch stalk with the grace and ease of a swan floating gracefully across a beautiful lake. Licking her lips, she moved in for a taste. John paused briefly to allow her to lick the pre cum from his tip but continued to pleasure himself, teasing her with every single stroke.

  Confused, Hope leaned in for another lick, but John didn’t allow it. Squeezing her breasts and tugging hard on them for relief she made another attempt but was quickly rejected. Horny, frustrated and desperate for a taste, she slapped his hand away, grabbed his massive dick and shoved it into her greedy mouth. A deep groan escaped John’s throat as she sucked his hardness deep down into hers. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and a sexy smile kissed his handsome face as he contemplated just how much he loved this woman.

  Hope was a gorgeous woman of any age, but at thirty-five she was magnificent. She was an avid palates fanatic and enjoyed yoga, aerobics and tai-chi, as well. She committed herself to living and eating right and taking good care of her body, and it paid off. She was of average stature, but her tight, curvaceously body was toned and tight in all the right places. Soft, deep cocoa color, flawless, blemish free skin, a brilliant bright smile and large brown doe like eyes highlighted her stunning face. While long dark hair that cascaded over her elegant shoulders like a waterfall, framed it like a beautiful curtain.

  In complete awe of her beauty and her mastery of fellatio, John reached out and fondled her rigid nipples, rubbing them between his fingertips before squeezing her heavy full breast. It molded in his hands like soft pizza dough, and he gently kneaded it with his long slender fingers. Hope moaned, and continued to suck his fullness in and out of her mouth while she played with her clit. John’s passion quickly spiraled into overdrive as he watched her pleasure herself in front of him.

  Lifting her by her small waist, he pulled her body up to him and kissed her passionately. Hope’s toned legs effortlessly entwined around his waist as her arms laced around his neck. Her tongue danced with his as he fondled her round bronze booty. His manhood had reached full erection at this point, and he had to have her. Spreading the hairless lips of her wet pussy with his thick dick, he entered her and filled her until she gasped. Pausing momentarily to allow her to adjust to his girth, his eyes met hers and endured her alluring glare. Seconds later, he thrust himself fully into her as he simultaneously bit her bottom lip.

  “Oh yesssss!” Hope groaned loudly with a throaty groan as John’s humongous dick threatened to split her tight pussy in half. “Harder, faster, harder!” She screamed as her release rolled along her back and exploded in her pussy like the first atomic bomb. “Oh God... I’m coming! I’m coming!” She yelled as her body stiffened in his arms and her orgasm blazed over her like an out of control brush fire.

  “Stay with me baby! We have a little bit further to go! I’m almost there!” John assured her as he widened his stance, bent his knees and slammed his rock hard dick balls deep with every thrust. “Damn your pussy’s tight! I love it! And I love you!”

  John’s orgasm pressed hard against him causing him to pump faster and faster and faster until he lost timing and his stroke became short and erratic. “FUCK! This feels so damn good!" he screamed as he came hard and fast. Grunting and groaning and moaning he continued to hammer her until the very last drop of his seed dripped from her wet pussy.

  Sate and content for the moment the lovers slipped into the relaxing bath and relaxed. Gathering his beautiful wife into his arms, John kissed her lips softly. “I love you Hope Sabin and nothing or no one on this planet will ever change that.”

  Hope smiled as she discreetly wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and snuggled closer to her handsome hus
band. “I love you too!”

  CHAPTER 4

  A few more weeks passed and Hope finally decided to research adoption options as they had planned. Unfortunately, she wasn’t happy with what she found. They wanted to adopt a baby, and the chances of finding one in the near future were exceedingly bleak. Adoption was an option but a poor one. Hope knew if she wanted a baby she would have to think outside of the box since surrogacy was not an option either. If she really wanted a baby, she was going to have to do the unthinkable.

  Nervously fidgeting with her clothes, Hope watched with bated breath as Quanique Robinson made her way through the crowded restaurant towards her. It would be a gross understatement to say Quanique was utterly gorgeous. Tall for a woman, her long legs seemed to go on forever beneath her form fitting dress. Flawless skin, long black hair, almond eyes, perfect teeth and a round ghetto booty, she had obviously struck it rich at the good genes lottery. She was definitely exactly what Hope had in mind. Now the task was to convince her of that fact.

  “Hi, by any chance are you Hope Sabin?” Quanique asked as she arrived at Hope’s table.

  “Yes... Yes, I am... You must be Quanique... Please sit down.”

  “Thanks... I just wanted to make sure I was at the right table. I was so nervous I was hardly listening when the hostess told me where you were seated.”

  Hope smiled. “Don’t be nervous. I’m nervous enough for both of us.”

  “You’re nervous? That’s funny...Why are you nervous?” Quanique giggled.

  “I guess because the stakes are a lot higher for me than you. You can simply say no and walk away and forget we ever met. If you do, I’ll have to start all over from square one. So, yeah I’m pretty nervous because I only have one opportunity to get this right.”