Vicki
By the time Daria sat down to dinner with her husband that night, my eagerly swimming sperm had found her egg. Good for her! Not so good for me. I had seriously hoped to enjoy her plush body at least a few more times.
Debra was almost as excited as Daria when they broke the news, and while I did my best to conceal my disappointment, they both sensed it. Daria tried to cheer me up a bit by reminding me her husband was gay, and a playful squeeze under the table reassured me to some degree. Debra just smiled and shook her head. Daria picked up the check, and we all stood up to leave.
As we were leaving, Debra caught my arm and whispered in my ear "I've got a surprise for you, I can't tell you now." And with a little peck on the cheek, she was gone.
When Debra called me a few minutes later, asking me to meet her and another friend from her vast support group for childless couples, I was thinking I could get used to this. Especially if she looked like Daria! We set up a meeting for the coming Saturday.
When Debra and Vicki breezed into the coffee shop, it was immediately apparent that Vicki looked nothing like Daria, which is not to say she wasn't beautiful, she was just beautiful in a very different way.
She stood maybe five feet two, with thick straight chestnut brown hair that fell just past her shoulders, sparkling green eyes, and an infectious smile.
Petite but athletic, her shorts gave a nice view of her shapely and well-muscled legs. This woman obviously spent her fair share of time in the gym.
Her breasts, while small in size, looked very well proportioned on her slender frame, her tight-fitting shirt highlighted their firmness and perky shape; she clearly had no need for the bra she wasn't wearing.
Debra wasted no time disappearing, leaving Vicki and I to chat for a while, although the conclusion was forgone.
Vicki was married to Chaz, whom I soon found out looked like he lived in the Gym. A lifetime of steroid abuse made him a truly fearsome looking man, with a sperm count approaching zero. She showed me some pictures on her phone; naturally, I expressed reservations.
"He's cool with it, I swear. Here, let's call him." And to my horror, she proceeded to do just that.
"I'm only gonna say this once. It's okay. I never want to hear about it again." The gruff voice said from within her phone, hanging up without waiting for a reply. I was still not one hundred percent convinced he wouldn't turn into a raving maniac, but Vicki was looking pretty good, and I had no other plans for the day.
"Shall we go?" I asked, rising to my feet.
***
The motel she had found wasn't quite as nice as the one Daria had found, but Vicki's husband wasn't nearly as wealthy as Daria's. No big deal to me, I've fucked in the back seat of a car before. The bed was just as comfortable as any other motel mattress.
Vicki already had the key and led me by the hand to the appropriate door, room 213 if I recall.
I like a woman who will take the lead once in a while, and Vicki was definitely taking the lead here, dragging me toward the bed with one hand while ripping what little clothing she was wearing off with the other.
I took my cue from her and rapidly pulled my clothes off. In very short order, we stood naked before each other at the bedside.
I took her in my arms and kissed her, surprised for a moment by the raw passion with which she responded, stuffing her tongue into my mouth while her strong hand encircled my penis and squeezed, instantly bringing it to full erection.
"Oh my god... Your cock is so much bigger than my husband's!" She said, wide eyed. This kind of surprised me to hear, being as Chaz was an absolute beast of a man in every other respect.
"Be gentle, I've never had a big cock before," she whispered, lying back on the bed and spreading her slim shapely legs wide. I pulled her flawless butt to the edge of the bed and knelt before her puffy labia, gently probing the tender slit within with the tip of my tongue. Her clit was so tiny, yet oh so sensitive, and she shivered as I gently closed my lips around it a flicked it with my tongue.
Between my legs, my cock was throbbing with desire. I patiently tongued her through a couple of sweet little orgasms before I could stand no more. It had been almost 20 minutes since I first saw her perfectly waxed little slot; I needed to be in it.