Ray Pobe and his wife Donna were fucking preparatory to his going on a delivery for his boss Dink. He pumped his short thin cock into her pussy for a dozen strokes and then spurted a watery meager supply of cum. Donna groaned with disappointment and frustration.
Ray rolled off his wife, and she nudged him.
“Why don’t you slow down, Ray? Why do you have to go so fast?
“I can’t help it, honey,” he whined. “When I start doing it, I can’t stop. It feels too good to stop.”
“If you had any consideration for me, you’d slow down,” she said. “But you don’t care about my wants and needs. You only care about yourself.”
“That’s not true, honey.” he replied. “I love you, and I want to satisfy you.”
“Well, slow down then,” she answered.
“I’m trying,” he said.
“What if I told you that I’m going to get a surrogate?” she asked half-playfully,
“A what?” Ray asked.
“A sexual surrogate,” Donna said. “Someone who can satisfy me sexually—and give me a baby.”
Ray looked blankly at her for a moment, then he chuckled nervously. “I’d say go for it,” he finally said. “I dare you.”
“Are you serious?” Donna asked.
“Sure,” Ray replied. “Whatever fills your cup.”
“Maybe I will,” Donna replied.
She sighed and watched as Ray got up and dressed. She was filled with disatisfaction and unfulfillment. She saw no hope of his ever satisfying her. The size of his dick bothered her. He was so small. He simply couldn’t reach her core—the seat of her vast need.
She sighed again as she thought of one of her needs. She wanted to have a baby. But a doctor had examined Ray and informed them that he had a very low sperm count and would probably not be able to impregnate her.
“I’ll probably be gone all day,” Ray said. “It’s a three-hour drive to Queen’s Town, and I’ll have to do some negioating when I get there.”
“Okay,” Donna said listlessly.
Ray came over and kissed her cheek. “Love you, honey,” he said.
“I know,” Donna said.
She watched him as he left the room, and after he had gone from the house she got up and went to the bathroom and prepared to shower.
She stopped and viewed herself in the full-length mirror.
Her golden-blond hair fell in waves past her shoulders, and her eyes were emerald and had a stormy look to them.
She looked down at her breasts. They were the size and shape of coconuts, and the nipples were rubbery and erect.
She ran her hands down past her hips; they were curvy and shapely. Her legs were full and sleek.
She turned her body to see her rump. It was big, rounded, and upthrust. No sagging. She clicked her tongue in satisfaction.
It would be wrong to call Donna vain. She wasn’t wrapped up in herself. She just knew that she had a nice face and body, and she accepted it as a gift.
For some reason, she began thinking of Dink. She pictured his cock in her mind. She had once seen him beating his meat in the bathroom. She had watched through the half-opened door as he stroked his dick. She was amazed at the length and stiffness and thickness of it, and how his balls were bloated.
If only he was good-looking, she thought.
Donna thought Dink had three bodily defects. He had a big nose, big ears, and pudgy thick lips. If it weren’t for that, he’d be nice-looking.
She showered, and drew on a short silk robe. She dispensed with panties and bra. She walked to the kitchen and mixed herself a drink, walked into the living room, dimmed the lights and turned on some good music and lit some incense, and sat on the sofa.
She got out some pot and rolled a joint and smoked it. By the time she finished the drink and the joint she was in seventh heaven.