The Surrogate Wife

Original Story by: Sethp

Updated Story by: CB_Grl_Dani

AN: With the blessing of the author I have created this revised version of their excellent story. If you haven't read Sethp's story I highly recommend it. Read, enjoy and let me know what you think.

Surrogate: One appointed to act in the place of another.

Shane Davis sat alone in the garage, again. When he came out here the thirty year old father of three had meant to work on his motorcycle, but once he settled onto his wooden stool by the workbench, he was unable to move. He'd been unable to do much of anything for months. The sudden death of his wife Karen had shattered him mentally and if weren't for the kids he would probably have gone off the deep end a long time ago. As it stood he was on a leave of absence from work (almost to the point of unpaid leave) and was now at the point that he was barely keeping it together for his three children. His children had lost so much already, Shane had to make sure they didn't lose him too. But as he sat there in the still space of the garage, he knew the truth. He knew he was inadequate for the job of a single parent. He was barely a man any longer. The six-foot-two-inch tall man sighed in resignation at that thought. He ran his right hand through his unkept black hair moving it out of his face. He then took stock of the stubble on his face which was a week old. He was lost and he didn't know what it would take to regain control of his life.

That was when the doorbell rang. "What... who the fuck is it at this time of night?" Shane grumbled as he went into the house and to the front door, irritated at being disturbed from doing nothing. He pulled open the door and froze.

"Camile?" He asked stupidly as he stared at the annoyed face of his forty-six year old mother-in-law.

"Oh good, you didn't turn into a complete idiot Shane. There maybe hope for you yet," she said, with a little too much acid on her tongue.

"Wha... what are you doing here?" Shane inquired.

"I'm here to help you get back on your feet." She informs me standing on my stoop. "Well... are you going to let me in?" she asks. Not waiting for an answer Camile pushed her way past her son-in-law. "There are two more bags by the sidewalk that you could get for me. I'm going up to say hi to the kids." Before I could comment she was already walking up the stairs.

Shane stood in the doorway, mindlessly, for a minute before forcing himself to go out to the curb and pick up the bags that the Uber driver had unloaded. What was Camile doing here uninvited and unannounced? Except for the week after the funeral, they had barely spoken in the last few months, and truthfully he couldn't really stand her. As long as Shane had known her Camile was a giant gossip who was a bossy know-it-all. If she wasn't drinking accessively she was smoking like a chimney. The drinking he could tolerate (as he was no saint himself these days) but the smoking was another thing entirely.

However Shane knew that he was sinking and he'd never been so happy to see anyone in his whole life. Shane ventured out to the sidewalk to collect her bags and bring them in. Once Hurricane Camile was settled in Shane poured himself and Camile a stiff drink, and then sat down in the living room. Camile eventually came back to the living room and sat down and gratefully accepted the drink.

"Camile," Shane began.

"Shhhh," she said, cutting him off. "The family knows that you need some help so here I am." She states taking a large gulp of the drink I just poured. "I'm here for the kids mainly, they've been telling me how things are here, but I'm also here to help you. You look like you need reinforcements." She drained half her glass.

"The kids don't," Shane began, but Camile cut him off again.

"They're behind on their homework."

"We'll catch up."

"You forgot April's recital and her school lunch yesterday."

"That was a onetime thing, and she got a hot lunch,"

"They haven't had a bath all week. They told me."

"I..." That's where I stopped. There really was no excuse for the kids not getting a bath at least every other day. Unfortunately Camile didn't stop.

"The kitchen trash is overflowing, the grass hasn't been mowed in weeks and fruit flies are living in the kitchen sink. When is the last time you cleaned the bathrooms?"

Shane knew that answer. It was never. Well, not since Karen had died. "Look," Shane began.

Camile took hold of his hand. "I know. I know Shane. It's overwhelming and I should have come here weeks ago. We've all been so sad. I'm here to help until we get things turned around, and I'll stay as long as you need me. That's what family does."

Shane thought of a thousand things to say and protest against, but simply said, "Thanks. Thank you."

Camile drained the rest of her drink. "I needed that. I also need to take a shower and change. Can I use your bathroom?"

"Yes," Shane said.

"Thanks, and can you get me another drink when I get out and bring my bags up to the spare bedroom."

"Uh...about that spare room," Shane mumbled, but Camile had already charged up the stairs. He had thrown all of his deceased wife's stuff in there. It was a big pile of junk, papers, exercise equipment, make-up, clothing, and assorted stuff from her life, that would take days to clear out. He decided that he would give Camile his bed and sleep on the couch for the next few weeks. It wouldn't be that bad.

Shane took his mother-in-law's bags up to the master bedroom and then changed the sheets on the bed and cleared away the beer bottles and candy bar wrappers. He could hear her singing in the shower. This could be really good for the kids, he thought. Satisfied that the bedroom was clean and tidy enough, he went back downstairs and made Camile another drink and went and sat on the couch, flipping through shows on the T.V. Camile came down and joined him after she was done. She was wrapped up in a red terry cloth robe that was a little too small for her size. Her large tits were threatening to pop out of the material. She thanked him for the drink sat down on the chair.

"Thank you for coming. I appreciate it...you should have let me know you were coming though."

"Don't worry about the mess. I'll start cleaning everything up tomorrow. You sleep in, and I'll get the kids ready for school. You guys probably need some good home-cooked meals too."

"Yeah, that will be good," Shane said, remembering that Camile was a great cook. "There's a problem though."

"Oh, don't worry about Brad," Camile replied, talking about her husband, and the kid's grandfather. "He's got his beer and is happy enough fishing and drinking while I'm away. He won't even know I'm gone," she finished, looking down at the floor sadly for a moment. Shane caught that look though.

"Uh...well that's not what I meant. I meant the spare room. If I'd have known you were coming, I could have cleaned it out. There's no way,"

"Oh, don't be silly. I'll sleep in your bed."

"Good," Shane said, relieved. "I'll take the couch and we'll be all set. I even put fresh sheets on for you."

Camile finished her drink. "Can you get me another one, even stronger? And don't get all modest on me now, Shane. We can share the bed. The couch is filthy and you look like you haven't slept in weeks."

"I don't know," Shane started to protest.

"I'm not going to kick you out of your own bed. I'm really here to help you and I can tell you need sleep, as do I. If anyone is taking the couch, it's me. So, it's not up for discussion anymore, get me another drink already, will you?"

Shane did, and when he was back Camile steered the conversation towards the children's schooling, and the bills, and the yard work, and she made a plan for the next week, taking copious notes on a legal pad as they talked. Shane ended up getting several more drinks for Camile and they ended up watching the travel channel much too late until Camile announced that she needed to get to bed if there was any chance of her being useful the next day.

Camile got up from the couch, giggling, and stumbled up the steps, obviously quite drunk. She made it up without falling and went into the master bathroom to get ready for bed. Shane locked all the doors and turned out all the lights, giving Camile plenty of time to finish getting ready, before heading upstairs himself.

When he got to the bedroom, Camile was already under the covers, nice and cozy. She gave him a drunken smile, told him good night, and rolled over on her side. Shane normally slept naked but would have to forgo that habit in favor of gym shorts while his mother-in-law shared the bed. Once in bed, he soon fell asleep, and once asleep, as he always did, he dreamed of his wife. Karen was so unlike Camile. He had thought, at one time, that she might have been adopted. While the two were about the same height and the same green eyes that was where the similarities stopped. Where Karen was slim, and athletic her mother was full-figured and busty. Karen had high cheekbones and long strawberry blonde hair, while Camile had a roundish face with plump lips and dark red hair. It wasn't until he saw photos of her father's side of the family that he realized where most of Karen's looks came from. Still, despite her bad habits Shane did think his mother-in-law was nice looking.

Once Shane drifted off to sleep he soon dreamed that he was in bed with his wife and the two were in the midst of having sex. Shane was on top of his slender wife and that she had her long, thin legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. Karen was calling out his name in passion as he drove his cock into her repeatedly. She squeezed her legs tightly, shaking in orgasm beneath him. He rolled off of her catching his breath and getting ready for another round. He reached over grasping one of her large, doughy breasts as she squeezed his cock. It was only when those two things didn't add up that Shane awoke with a start. The air conditioning had shut off and it had gotten very hot in the bedroom. Looking about he saw that the covers were off the bed and Camile had a tight grip on his cock. In her sleep, Camile's hand had snaked its way down, inside of his shorts, and he did, indeed, have one of her large breasts in his hand. In her sleep Camile's tits had fallen out of the top of her nightie and her heavy breasts were exposed. She appeared to still be asleep, and God help him, but after months of celibacy Shane was unable to pull his hand off of his mother-in-law's giant boob.

Shane was trying to will himself to release her tit when Camile started stroking his cock in her sleep. Shane noticed that her other hand was wedged between her legs and were rubbing her clit. Shane rolled over towards her and replaced her hand with his and found that she was sopping wet. He rubbed his hand over her slit and then inserted a finger into her hot, wet pussy. Shane realized she must not have had sex in quite some time from the reaction he received. The moment his finger penetrated her folds Camile arched her back off the bed, moaning louder and gripping his cock tighter, almost painfully. Shane decided that they both needed some relief and they were going to get it. Rolling Camile flat on her back, Shane parts her legs and then positions himself between her legs. Pressing his cockhead against her sex, Camile begins to whimper and then moan. Shane thrusts his cock into her warm pussy and Camile's eyes fly open as she gasps for air. Shane pulls out of her afraid she's going to yell rape.

"Oh my god!" Camile groans. "Stick it in! Stick it back in!" she urged him.

Shane didn't need to be told twice, he plunged his rock hard cock back deep inside Camile, leaning forward; kissing her hard. Camile returned his hungry kiss and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. The two made out like two horny teens for quite some time before Shane felt Camile raise her legs up and locked them around Shane as she sucked on his tongue.

"Fuck me!" Camile tells her son-in-law. "Fuck me hard."

Shane obliges his mother-in-law and begins to fuck her hard. Camile grunts each time Shane slams his cock into her. They fucked like animals until Camile arched her back in orgasm, gasping and squeezing her legs tighter. Shane couldn't breathe for a second until Camile relaxed a little.

"Oh God... oh god... OH MY GOD... that was so good!" She opened her eyes, staring right into Shane's.

The gravity of the situation suddenly overcame Shane and he started to pull his cock out of Camile's pussy. She grabbed his ass, keeping him inside her. "You haven't cum yet." She gasped.

"We shouldn't have...I..." Shane protested, but he was still painfully hard inside her, and she felt so amazing.

"Cum for me. I want you to cum inside me." She smiled up at him, moving his hand up to one of her large breasts. Shane slowly moved forward, pushing his cock deep inside of his mother-in-law once again.

Camile moaned. "Uh...yes...fuck me." Shane did. He pumped his meat in and out of her faster and faster, loving the sound of their sex and Camile's quiet moans. Shane tensed up.

"That's it," Camile gasped. "Pump it into me. Yes!" She could feel him squirting inside of her, filling her with his sperm.

"Uh...fuck...uh," Shane collapsed on top of her.

"That's it, baby," she cooed, stroking his hair and gently rubbing his back. "That's what you needed. There. It's all better now." Shane fell asleep on top of her, in her arms.

The next morning, Shane awoke with a start, quickly sitting up. "Last night!" The bed was empty. Camile was gone. That was good. Maybe he dreamed it. His shorts were on the floor and he was naked. That was bad.

"Fuck," he muttered, jumping out of bed, pulling on his shorts and a T-shirt, and running downstairs. He was amazed when he got to the kitchen. The trash was gone, the dishes were done and the counters were clean. Even better, the coffee was made; hot and fresh. There was a cup next to the coffee maker for him and a note.

Good Morning Shane,

I took the kids to school and I'm going to the store for some much-needed supplies. Can you mow the lawn before I get back? That would be great. Thanks!

Camile

No mention of last night. He had never sexually thought of his mother-in-law before. She just wasn't his usual type. At 30 years old he had never in his life chased after a woman like Camile. She was obviously older than he was but not too old at 46. From the photos of her in her youth she had always carried a little more weight than some girls (about forty pounds more than Karen but a lot of that was in her ass and tits). She was definitely very bossy but maybe he needed that right now. Shane's mind traveled back to Camile's tits. He had never really been a tit man and compared to Karen's 32B cup breasts her mother had to be carting around 36DD cup tits.

What was he supposed to do now? Shane thought to himself. Realizing he was home alone he then said, "Mow the lawn, I guess," So that's exactly what he did.

Camile pulled into the driveway a short while later just as Shane was putting the mower away. Seeing all of the bags in the back he stopped what he was doing and ran over and grabbed some of the groceries when she opened the trunk.

"Wow Shane, the yard looks great," she said, walking into the house.

"Uh...thanks," Shane managed. "Thanks for doing this and making the coffee."

"My pleasure," she said smiling warmly at him in the kitchen.

"Thanks for last night too," he managed.

"Why? What happened last night? I was out like a log as soon as I hit the covers. I'm lucky I heard the alarm this morning."

"You don't remember?" Shane asks stupified.

"Remember what?" Camile asks casually.

"Uh...nothing. I mean, thanks for letting me sleep in the bed too, the couch would have been really uncomfortable," Shane stated. Did she not remember? Was she asleep the whole time or did the alcohol make her forget?

"Oh, you're welcome. That's why I offered. Can you grab the last few bags from the car, while I put these away and make lunch for us?"

"Sure Camile," Shane managed, wondering if Camile was playing some kind of game with him or was she really so black-out drunk that she had no idea of what happened last night. She had definitely had enough to drink to blackout.

Shane had to admit that he was feeling much better than he had in months and that he was getting more done than he had since Karen's passing. After helping put all of the groceries away I went upstairs to the bathroom and took a good hard look at myself in the mirror and decided that I did not like what I saw. Hopping into the shower I proceeded to get the grime off my body. When I was clean I lathered up and shaved the scruff off my face for the first time in weeks. After I was dressed I yelled to Camile that I had to run a quick errand and before she could acknowledge my statement I was in the driveway and on my way to the barbers. I returned after the kids were home and they and Camile were surprised to see me as I looked very much like I did before Karen passed away.

By the end of the night all the bills were paid, all the yard and housework was done, and a calendar was made with all of the kid's upcoming appointments and events. Shane was so energized that he called his boss and told him that he was ready to return to work the next morning.

"See, you just needed a little help, Shane, maybe a swift kick in the pants too," Camile said that evening. She had made a wonderful Spaghetti and meatball dinner. It was the best meal that Shane and the kids had had in a very long time. Shane simply agreed and enjoyed everyone's company.

After the kids were in bed, Camile and Shane were watching the travel channel again. Camile was currently on her fourth drink.

"Thank you again for everything you're doing for us," Shane tells Camile.

"You're so welcome. I enjoy it. So you're going to work tomorrow?" Camile asks.

"Yes. They're already expecting me, and I finally feel like I can," Shane proudly states.

"Well you better get a good night's sleep then," Camile said. "I'm going to watch a little more TV. I'll be up later."

Shane had noticed something. "You haven't smoked once since you've been here."

"I quit the day Karen died. I know she didn't die of cancer but if my young healthy, fit daughter could be snatched in just one moment... well, I took it as a sign. So I needed to make a change for the better. It was hard and Brad didn't like being around me at first but I beat it and now I feel so much better and have so much more energy."

"I think you made the right choice and I think it was good for you. I can't remember the last time you seemed this lively or so youthful." I honestly inform Camile.

Camile actually blushed at Shane's praise. "Thank you Shane."

"You're welcome. Good night." Shane says standing up and heading for the stairs.

"Good night... oh and Shane," Camile calls out.

"Yes?"

"You look very handsome. It's nice to see you looking like the real you and not that bum." A red face Camile states before taking a drink.

Shane went upstairs, brushed his teeth, and got in bed. Once he got comfortable Shane fell asleep within minutes. As soon as he was out Shane began to dream of Karen again. This time she was on top of him in a sixty-nine position, taking his cock down to the root in her wonderful mouth and grinding her sopping wet pussy against his face as he licked her. This had always been one of Karen's favorite positions and truth be told his as well. Shane groaned loudly as his skilled lover sucked him down her throat deeply. Shane started to come to and quickly realized that this was no dream. As he came to Shane realized that someone was really on top of him, sucking his cock and grinding their pussy against his mouth. This, someone, was not an athlete like his wife had been. This woman was full-figured and as his hands came up to kneed her ass realized that his lover had curves, curves with a slender fish waist, a bit of a tummy, and gloriously large breasts wrapped around his cock... someone with a really delicious pussy.