Veronique is a true though bred. Like a high-spirited winner she is the classical example of the ideal woman in many ways.
First she is beautiful. God is she beautiful. Long golden tresses framing aqua blue eyes, a cute turned-up nose and full pouty lips.
Her breasts are perfect 36B with rose color nipples crowning flawless alabaster white skin.
Veronique keeps her Mons Venus completely void of pubic hair meticulously shaving daily. Her ass is tightly rounded and her hips flared for comfortable child bearing.
Her shapely legs go on forever contributing to her extraordinary five foot eight height.
We had married when Veronique was twenty and she had produced two healthy children for us, out three-year-old daughter Janet and our two-year-old son Stephen.
We had the family we had wanted but Veronique was in the prime of her childbearing years. It seemed a shame to waste the talent of such an ideal breeder.
Veronique had read articles about "surrogate mothers", women who carried children for women who wanted children but could not conceive. The process inevitably consisted of planting the prospective father's seed in the surrogate's womb where she would carry it until term. For this service the surrogate was financially compensated.
Veronique had breezed through her pregnancies and I had found having sex with a very pregnant wife very erotic.
We discussed the possibilities and finally decided to offer my wife's services in a more unorthodox sort of way.
The donor husband would impregnate Veronique in the conventional way, he would fuck her. The donor husband would be the only man to fuck her without a condom until she had succeeded in conceiving his child. The donor's wife would be present in the bed every time Veronique was fucked.
For this premium service Veronique demanded a fee of twenty-four thousand dollars, half up front and the remainder when a healthy baby was delivered.
We placed an advertisement in an underground paper supplying the terms of our offer and a box number.
Veronique came in smiling clenching a bundle of envelopes.
"We got six replies already!" she beamed as she started opening the envelopes.
We had requested a family background with photos along with a hundred dollar deposit. Two envelopes contained no deposit and another two no photographs. We studied the remaining two for suitability.
"I like this guy." Veronique said passing me a picture of a good-looking forty-year-old businessman. Right away I saw the reason for her choice, the guy in the picture was as black as the Ace of Spades!
Veronique had fucked a colored boy before we were married and found it a delightful experience. In our deliberations we had not excluded donors of other races.
"Really?" I grinned mischievously.
Gene Wolfwrath owned a small trucking business and he and his wife had been trying for the past five years to have a child. Gene had been tested and found to be potent and time was running out. Gene and his wife Anna were completely agreeable to our terms and eager to enter into an agreement.
The other couple did not appeal to Veronique. The husband was a wimpy schoolteacher and his wife implied it was a sacrifice to allow her husband to couple with another woman.
Veronique called the Wolfwraths and setup an appointment to meet.