I had been a virgin when Kenny first made love to me. It happened following an evening like what you would read about in a novel and we were very much in love. We married less then a year later and settled into the routine of being part of a large family. This was a family of high morals wrapped up in a religion that was the backbone of their principles. Large families to them were not the exception. This was to my liking as Kenny and I had decided that we would have children almost immediately much to the favor of the matriarchs in the family. I discontinued the pill as soon as we were married as we decided to not wait. We made love at least four times a week and each time we would wonder if this was the time I would conceive.
The first month of our marriage was hectic and I had only been off the pill for a month so it was not surprising that my period arrived a couple of days early. The following month when it arrived we started to wonder and after the fourth month we got concerned. I am a five foot three inch blonde in very good health, very shapely and proportioned. Kenny is handsome with his brown hair and blue eyes. He is not a large man but in good shape. We had expected to get pregnant at once. We let it go and continued hoping for the inevitable to happen. When it didn’t after almost another eight months we started to panic. I got some tests done and nothing turned up out of the normal. I apparently was a very fertile young woman to quote the words of my doctor and the specialist. But the shocker came when it was discovered that Kenny had a sperm count that was so low it would be almost impossible for him to ever father children. He was told that when he was young he had a sickness with a very high fever that could have rendered him sterile.
This news hit us hard as it almost killed the dreams we had. We continued to make love and to live our lives but what we had been dreaming about was gone. We considered adopting children but the waiting lists were such that we could wait almost forever. We discussed the idea of having me artificially inseminated but it was against any principles that Kenny and his religious beliefs could tolerate. We let this idea slide until one night we finally discussed it again. Kenny told me that he would not be totally against me being inseminated if it was from someone he approved of and not from an anonymous donor. I had very little idea where he was going with this but sort of agreed with him. He told me he was going to talk to his older brother Rob. The very next day he met with Rob and discussed it. Apparently Rob had very little problem with the idea of being my donor and I sort of warmed to the idea. Rob was a much larger man and a very nice person that I really admired. In the past I had actually found myself daydreaming about him in ways that excited me and sent my mind spinning.
I had no idea how the insemination would be performed and whether we would go to a clinic or if we went to our doctor or how it would be done. I had no idea and it was left to Kenny and he apparently made all the arrangements. He was not happy about the clinical situation but claimed to have made arrangements and that we would go the Monday morning after the first weekend in May. We had been monitoring the days and the times as well as taking temperatures and that time would probably we right for me within a day or so. It was also the next day after the weekend that we spent at Whistler each year spring skiing. As usual we were going to be there with some friends and this year Kenny had invited Rob to come also. He did not come out with us but turned up on his own on the Saturday afternoon.
Kenny was on the hill and I was in the lodge alone when Rob arrived. He had not eaten so I accompanied him to the dining room where he ate and we chatted. He told me he had wanted to talk to me and was happy Kenny was not there. He said he wanted to ask me personally how I felt about the plans we had. As we talked his eyes never left me and I felt warmth go through me and a slight shiver traveled the length of my body. He told me he had agreed to be the donor but would not unless he knew it was acceptable to me and wanted to hear it. He took my hand in his on the table as I told him I wanted it that way and was so pleased he had agreed. He held my hand between his and his touch was so warm. He was a very strong man but like Kenny he also had warmth that was even more evident. His presence was almost over powering and I could feel the attraction towards Rob. I told him I was pleased that I would soon be carrying his child and I felt a closeness form between us.
