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.