Peter and Jan had opted for natural insemination. It was no problem for Jan. She knew her husband would have to insert his penis into the body of another woman but she knew her man. To him it would be no more significant than planting seeds in his neighbour's garden. She also knew he was doing it for her. It was she who yearned, at 56, for the child she could never conceive.
He arrived in good time, parking his car and checking into a room at the inexpensive motel. There were butterflies in his belly and he had sweaty palms. Peter splashed his face in the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. He was 52, shortish and stocky, with thin brown hair. His eyes were brown and they were grainy. His nose was large for his face, pointing slightly to the left as you look at him. He was dressed casually like a middle aged man might dress, in brown cord trousers, beige shirt and a black pullover.
Peter read the motel handbook while he waited until a jingle on his mobile broke the silence. He answered.
"Hello. It's Joanne."
"Oh hullo." said Peter, and he gave his room number.
A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. Peter opened the door and saw before him a small, plump woman. He had met her at the agency with his wife so knew what to expect. Her eyes bulged a little but she was quite attractive, with a well shaped little nose, blue eyes and a clear complexion.
"Come in won't you." said Peter.
Joanne smiled shyly and asked to use the toilet.
While she was doing that Peter killed time by looking out of the window at the car park. The toilet flushed soon after and the surrogate mother appeared.
"Right!" She said cheerfully.
"Oh yes" said Peter, shrugging his shoulders awkwardly. He looked at Joanne's bust which was quite ample. She was wearing a white t-shirt and her breasts made a pleasing shape out of the material. Her cleavage was youth itself - white and fresh.
"If you're ready" said Joanne, "Uh, shall we."
"Yes" said Peter, clearing his throat and coughing.
"I'll just get into position," said Joanne, "and when you're quite ready."
She took out a band and tied her hair into a pony tail at the back and then she removed a pair of black knickers. Then she hiked up her skirt and kneeled on the bed, buried her face in her arms and pushed her bottom up.
Peter took his position behind her and dropped his trousers and y-fronts. Although she looked very inviting he did have a problem.
"Everything okay?" asked Joanne.
"I say, I'm terrible sorry but I can't seem to,"
"It's alright, not to worry." said Joanne, and she felt for him between her own legs.