To all of you who wrote comments after All My Children - Part 1 and Part 2 were published, thanks! So many of you folks were polarized over the story that I thought I might try a follow on and see if the readership would approve or disapprove of the conclusion.
So, the vote is in your hands.
I'd like to think Age Sherman for editing this chapter.
My name is Kimberly Fanning. My husband is (or was) Dan Fanning. Dan wrote two chapters about how our marriage ended and how I ended up in a long term care facility totally out of my mind. Much of what he said in those chapters was true. Some was truth as he saw it. Let me tell you truth from my side. Understand that some of this truth is not pretty. You will probably hate both of us when the story is finished. But then, I guess we hate ourselves too.
If you remember Dan had found out that my sister's husband, Brian, was the true father of our little girl and our yet unborn baby. He had come totally unglued and beaten Brian almost to death.
I'll start my story from the time when my sister, Betty, made the suggestion that eventually led to the destruction of both our families and marriages.
Dan and I had been married for five years. Try as we might, I couldn't get pregnant. We tried all kinds of procedures, but when all was said and done, we couldn't have children. The problem was that Dan's sperm was very weak. Not non-existent, but just too weak to actually fertilize my eggs. After two rounds of failed in vitro, I was desperate for a baby.
I dumped all of my grief on my sister for months. I so much wanted a child and was actually jealous of how easy it appeared she and Brian conceived their two children. She listened patiently and gave me what support she could. Finally, one day she dropped the suggestion that would eventually be our undoing.
Betty was making soup as I ranted about how unfair life was. She suddenly stopped and came over to where I sat at her kitchen table. She dropped down in the chair next to me and grabbed my hands with hers.
"Sis, I've been thinking. I want to offer up a possible solution. Hear me out before you say anything, okay?" Betty said.
I just nodded in response and she continued, "You know that Brian is very fertile. He loves you and Dan as much as I do. He looks a little like Dan..." Betty stopped and took a deep breath and said, "Here's what I suggest. Brian can be a surrogate father for your baby. Dan need never know. You can have the baby you so desperately want, have Dan as a loving father and husband, and have an even more solid marriage."
I shook my head, no. "Dan would never go along with it."
Betty replied, "He wouldn't have to know."
"How would he not know? The cost of doing in vitro is twenty thousands dollars. Health insurance doesn't pick any of it up. How could I hide that amount from him? "
Betty answered with a small grin playing at the corners of her mouth. "Who said anything about in vitro? I'm suggesting that you get pregnant the old fashion way. Brian is actually a very good lover."
I was shocked and said so. "You are suggesting that Brian, YOUR husband, and I start fucking? Have you lost your mind?"
Betty laughed and shook her head, "No, I'm not daft. I just can't think of any way to hide this whole thing from Dan without you and my husband doing the nasty. You're so close to complete breakdown over being childless, I'm just trying to solve the problem in the most practical way possible. If you and my husband simply screw to conceive a child, I can live with it. After all it is not like an affair or you two loving each other. Dan need not know. So, no harm, no foul."
"I can't do that!" I snapped back at her.
"Well Sis, just think about it."
I went home and tried to continue my life as before, but Betty's words kept intruding my thoughts. "You simply screw to conceive a child – no harm, no foul."
After a few more months, I was beyond hope. I walked slowly to Betty's house and plopped in the kitchen chair. "Okay Sis, I want a baby. I need a baby. So, how do we pull this off?"
Betty came over and hugged me. "Good girl! Now you let me convince Brian and then we will set up the logistics of this whole thing. You'll be barefoot and pregnant in no time!"
Betty was true to her word; she had to convince Brian to do it. At first he rebelled and even refused to discuss it. Betty wore him down until he finally saw that what she was asking him to do would help my marriage and my mental health. He talked with Dan and found out how desperate Dan was for me to be pregnant. He saw that Dan would be so happy to be a dad.
Brian finally told Betty, "Okay sweetheart. If you want me to give Kim a baby, I will."
Betty called me and let me know Brian was onboard. Betty suggested that I come over to her place on the first night I was sure I was ovulating. That happened to be two nights later.
I arrived at her house about ten in the morning. Brian had taken the morning off at betty's request. Betty met me at the door and said, "Brian is upstairs in the guest room. Go on up. And don't come down until you're pregnant." She hugged me and pushed me toward the stairs.
I entered the bedroom and saw Brian lying fully dressed on the bed reading a magazine. He looked up as I entered and smiled. I smiled back and sat down on the edge of the bed. "So, what do we do now, Brian?"
He laughed out loud and replied, sounding somewhat embarrassed, "Well I guess we get naked, Kim." And so we did. He was first out of his clothes and he laid down on the bed just watching me undress. His breathing seemed to become faster as I slipped out of my bra and panties. "Kim, you are one beautiful woman. Not as beautiful as your sister, but damned close!"
I was more than a little embarrassed. Other than Dan, I'd never even seen another penis. Brian seemed as embarrassed as I was. He cleared his throat a few times and said, "Come here, Kim. We might as well get acquainted."
I slipped into the bed and he took me in his arms. For a few minutes we simply held onto each other. I finally dared to begin the action by slowly raking my hand down his stomach to his groin. I cupped his semi-hard penis in my hand and slowly stroked it. Soon it was rigid. It seemed a little thicker than Dan's but not as long. I was amazed how clinical I could be in the current situation. Here I as inspecting his equipment while I slowly pumped it to full erection.
I wasn't actually turned on by the experience, but Betty had thought of that and there was a tube of K-Y on the side table. Dan reached over and grabbed it. He squeezed some out and massaged it into my nether region. I slowly began to get wet from the manual machinations he was performing on me.
I laid back and sighed. He took that as an indication that I was ready and he climbed on top of me and slowly mounted me. His strokes were sure and powerful. I was soon into the experience and came to small orgasm. He followed a minute later with a grunt as I felt his cum shooting into me.
The whole process was over in less than fifteen minutes.
We dressed in silence and came down stairs to find Betty quietly sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of scotch in her hand. She smiled and said, "I know this was my idea, but it is a little tough to actually know it has happened."
I burst into tears thinking of her pain and Brian ran over to her and hugged her. They both had tears in their eyes. Brian said, "Not again. Okay? I can't do this again!"
Betty pushed Brian back with her hands and holding his shoulders, she stared into his eyes and smiled. "Brian, I love you to death. This was my idea remember? Until Kim is pregnant, we continue. We'll be fine, my dear sweet man."
Brian just nodded dumbly and looked down at the floor.
Betty and I exchanged glances and she winked at me. I nodded my head and turned and left their house.
I almost died when Dan got home from work that evening. I just knew he would know that I cheated on him. Well, maybe not cheating in the classic idea of cheating, but cheating nonetheless. I did my best to act normal and loving as always. In fact, it was not an act. I loved this man to my very depths. He was my rock. What I did today, I did for both of us. Well, maybe more for me than him, but still for both of us.
As the night progressed he apparently saw nothing amiss and I began to relax. We made love later that night and we wished each other a goodnight. We fell sleep in each other's arms. He didn't know! He would never know! We could make this work! I fell asleep with visions of holding a baby in my arms and Dan standing behind me looking lovingly at our baby while he kissed the back of my neck.
The next day I went back to Betty's and replayed yesterday's events. Brian lubed me up with K-Y and we almost mechanically did the deed.
I dressed and left the house. Betty had gone to the supermarket while her husband tried to impregnate me.
I had been reading books on getting pregnant and one doctor had an approach that required both partners to get as hot as they could during lovemaking. His statistics showed that a woman stood a thirty percent better chance of pregnancy if she was actually quivering from the lovemaking when her partner ejaculated into her. The doctor also indicated the partners were more at ease when they were so aroused.
