Hi, my name is Beth. I am married to a wonderful man named Dan. Okay, statistics, I am 5'3" tall, light brown hair, blue eyes, and petite, with 34A breasts. I was a virgin when Dan and I met and in fact until only a month before our wedding. At the time this story begins, we had been married close to three years.
I am Dan, Beth's husband. Beth is the best wife in the world. I guess since Beth described herself, I had better do the same. I am 5'9", short brown hair, blue eyes and I keep myself fit and trim. Beth and I have a perfect marriage except for one small problem, my sperm count is zero and we both wanted children.
Beth:
After the initial testing we chose to use artificial insemination. I was not thrilled with the idea because I wanted to have Dan's baby. However, we knew that was not going to happen so we went ahead with it. After each of the five attempts I felt like I had cheated on Dan and I felt violated. Dan was so loving as he held me each time and assured me it was not cheating.
There we were, six months later, out several thousand dollars and my period starting right on time again. I was crushed.
I talked to Shari, at the bank I worked at, during lunch a lot. Shari seemed to have several boy friends during the three years we worked together, but Shari had a one year old daughter who did not seem to have a father. I finally breached the subject of artificial insemination with her, assuming that was how she got pregnant.
Shari told me she didn't like the idea of artificial insemination, did not want to get pregnant by one of her dates and so had used a different route. My curiosity was up so I asked her what route she used. She told me a professor at the university hooked her up with a student who did the job on a confidential basis, with no strings attached.
I was shocked, to say the least. I asked, "You slept with him?"
Shari told me, "Yes, I did, and it was good too."
"Did you pay for his services?"
"Yes, the professor had an $ 800 fee and I know he and the student shared that."
I asked her, "What about the possibility of disease?"
Shari told me, "The professor has a deal with the students. They are not allowed to have sex with anyone other than clients. They are also tested regularly."
"How many women have these guys serviced?" I asked.
"I asked the same thing. I was told from one to around 24, based on how long they have been in the program. The guy I was with had 14 clients before me."
Dan:
When I got home, Beth was in the kitchen fixing dinner. I kissed her and fondled her a little, as often happens. I like to reach under her skirt and pull her panties off, which she always objects to, but not very much.
As we were eating, I was thinking of her sitting there with no panties in the way and planning dessert. Then she said,
"I had an interesting conversation with Shari today."
"Oh, about what?"
Beth said, "Shari has a daughter, but she is not married."
I said, "Well, not much unusual about that these days."
Then Beth told me about her conversation with Shari. Honestly, I was intrigued. It also made me very hard thinking about it. Actually, hard enough that I led my wife to the couch, pushed her skirt up and made love to her.
Beth:
Dan didn't say much when I told him about Shari's experience. He led me to the couch and made love to me pretty forcefully and very nicely. I took this as his way of changing the subject. Since I could not see myself doing what Shari had done, I did not talk about it any more.
Two days later Dan brought it up again. I will not go into all the conversations we had about it over the next two weeks. Even though the idea of having a baby excited me, I could not see any way I could do that to Dan. Dan, on the other hand, talked more and more like it was something we should do. I said it was cheating. He said not really any more than the five times I had some other man's semen placed inside me. I finally agreed to look into it.
Shari helped me get in touch with the professor. He had a book of pictures of the young men who worked with him. I was fascinated. I finally agreed to have an initial meeting with a young man who looks a little like Dan and is of similar height and build. His bio said he had ten successful client contacts and no failures.
Chris is a graduate biology student. I met him in the professor's office after work. He was pleasant, clean, very articulate and he smelled good. My clit actually tingled and I felt myself getting wet just shaking his hand. The professor produced a contract which we all signed and I produced ten one hundred dollar bills (yes, the price had gone up). The contract spelled out the distance that would be kept between us other than the meeting(s) necessary to get me pregnant.
I was pretty nervous when I got home. Dan kissed me and told we he was taking me out to dinner.
Dinner was nice and it gave us a chance to discuss how this would go. The professor had told me, but I already knew beforehand, the best chance of my getting pregnant was if I climaxed while having sex with Chris. I did not want to tell Dan that part. It turned out it did not matter because Dan told me,
"You know, your best chance of getting pregnant is if you climax when you have sex with Chris."
That made it even more like cheating and I told Dan I did not want to do it after all. Dan was insistent that he was okay with everything. I was getting cold feet about it. Dan told me the more I objected to sex with Chris, the more certain he was that it would be okay.
The result was that we set up the meeting for the 14th day after my period started as that would be the most likely time of my peak fertility and best chance to get pregnant.
Dan:
The day, Thursday, of the big event finally arrived. Did I feel weird about it? I sure did, another man was going to have sex with my wife, right in my home.
I got home right on time. Beth had gotten off work an hour early and was in the kitchen getting dinner ready for us and our guest. I was surprised to see her wearing the same rather plain skirt and blouse she had worn to work that morning. However, I noticed she smelled of a really nice perfume when I kissed her.
The table was set very nicely with three place settings and candles with a bottle of wine in the center to go with the steak she was grilling.
At 7:00 the doorbell rang. I told Beth to get the door and I would tend to dinner. About fifteen minutes later I went to the living room to tell Chris and Beth that dinner was on the table. They were sitting on the love seat next to each other but not touching at all. Chris stood up, took Beth's hand and led her to the table. I was impressed with how polite he was as he scooted her chair up for her before taking his place next to her. I sat across the table from them.
At 8:00 we returned to the living room. Chris and Beth sat next to each other on the love seat again. We talked for a little while and then I told them I was going for a walk so they could get better acquainted.
I walked to the park and along the pond and finally returned home after almost an hour. Beth and Chris were sitting on the love seat still but they were touching now. Beth looked embarrassed as I came in the door. I noticed some of her lipstick had transferred to Chris's lips, her blouse had another button undone and her skirt seemed higher on her legs than when I left.
Beth leaned into Chris while he put his hand on her bare leg and I sat down across from them. As Chris made out with my wife and moved his hand along her leg, I could see up her skirt and saw her panties, so they had not gotten too involved yet.
I said I was going to bed and suggested they do the same. Beth led Chris to the guest bedroom, showed him the bathroom and told him she would be right back. We went into our room and Beth got ready for bed, putting on a very plain t-shirt. When I came out of the bathroom and saw her like that, lifted her t-shirt to see she was still wearing panties and I said,
"You aren't going to him like that, are you."
She told me she thought it was fine. I asked her if she was trying to turn him off. I got out her sexy nightie that was not quite see through and told her to put it on. She did. Then I told her to lose the panties. She objected to that. I told her,