My wife Kerry was five-five and while not a model she had a very pretty face and a nice, if slight, body. We were middle class living in a good house in the south East of England. In fact if I'm truly honest we had a very good lifestyle and were very lucky with both family and friends.
So to the reason I've sent this to be published: after six years of 'trying' for a baby we decided to seek help and that was when Kerry discovered that she had problems with my sperm so conception would be a problem for us.
Now I'm not going to pretend that what happened was either my idea or even with my real approval but after discussing IVF and deciding it was both too painful and expensive we then talked about donor, eggs, sperm and even adoption but Kerry was definite about the baby being hers.
It wasn't until several months later that she suggested we try a surrogate father and after a bit of confusion when I thought she meant donor sperm or an IVF cycle even after we'd discounted it, she told me she meant she wanted it conceived in a natural way. Then after a rather strained conversation she admitted that she wanted to try getting pregnant by having sex with another man.
I'm no pussy and I went mental and we had the biggest row of our life and Kerry was so upset she could barely say anything other than sorry for the next day or so. However that didn't stop her asking it again a few weeks later, in a rather more subtle way this time although once again she backed off after my curt reaction.
Anyway the topic was brought up by Kerry yet again after she found out she was again having a period following a month when we tried to do everything right; fitness, diet and even timing our lovemaking so we covered the most fertile time of the month. This time I was less abrupt so she decided to continue with her pitch.
She explained that if we made love just as we were doing but she 'supplemented' (her term) my sperm with another mans a couple of times then the volume might well do the trick as the doctors had suggested.
I of course wasn't happy about this on many levels, firstly there was the child; who would not be mine, secondly there was the complication of finding another compatible (me look-alike) man and thirdly, the big one, her having sex with someone else.
Kerry suggested that if we adopted then neither of us would be the biological parent so this was better and that we'd both vowed if we did eventually adopt we'd love the child as our own so what was the difference. She also added that by us making love at the same time the baby might well be mine and we would put me down as the father anyway, unless we couldn't because of conflicting blood type or something.
She then added that she wanted to choose the man she was with, probably on-line but she would have to think it over carefully. Whatever he would be a stranger and she would make sure he didn't know her at all so it really would be just a brief encounter.
Finally she then admitted there was nothing she could do for my jealousy except to say she loved me and would always love me and if I could love her after, then we would still be happy but with a much sort after baby to love as well. I really wasn't keen, so it drifted for another month but after yet one more tear-filled evening when she began her next month's period I caved in and said OK.
I suppose I thought Kerry would take some time to decide herself what she was going to do but after lots of hugs and thank-you's she went at it full tilt. The following night she said she'd been thinking about the best way forward and she felt we should book a weekend away the following month and then she would find a partner the nights we were there while we could do our thing the rest of the time.
Like I said Kerry wasn't a babe but more Peaches and Cream pretty, however for that weekend she bought new clothes for the evenings and it was funny but once organised we were both as horny as hell although I was still not really sure I would actually let her do it.
We chose Manchester as our destination being a long way away and somewhere we didn't believe we would run into anyone we knew. There was also an added advantage that Kerry worked with a girl who'd moved from the city less than a year before and happily chatted to her about all the great nightspots she knew.
Once there Kerry sat me down and told me in a very forceful voice (as forceful as she could be anyway!) that there was no going back and she was going to go ahead with the 'task in hand' (another of her expressions). I must admit I smiled at this and after unpacking we had a very late lunch then went around the city for a while before returning to the room where we made love for an hour.
After that Kerry went for a hair appointment while I went for a swim. I wasn't actually going to go into the club she'd chosen because she felt that she couldn't be with anyone else while I was there. However I was going to stay nearby until either she came out alone or I got a text to say she needed our room and I had to occupy myself for an hour or two.
She was in the bathroom when I returned so when she came out after getting ready I was blown away: Kerry wore a short tight black dress, sheer hold-ups, well applied makeup, with ruby lips and she'd had a 'perm' that made her look like a different and very sexy, woman. All I could say was 'wow' as she did a twirl obviously delighted with her look.
After that we went to the bar and had a few drinks for courage then went into the city centre. We found a bar that was open until late only a few doors from the club and there we stayed for a couple of hours longer chatting nervously waiting for it to open.
Finally Kerry gave my arm a squeeze and told me to keep an ear out for the phone then she left me. I watched her go looking more sexy than I'd ever seen her and I knew that if she wanted she would be able to pick up anyone tonight.
I was still sober when she left (and she was a bit tipsy) but after a few more I was getting a little drunk and that was when I decided to go in to the club anyway. I had some strange idea I'd be able to find her and watch her in action but there was part of me that also wanted to stop her so I half hoped she'd see me and call the whole thing off.
Anyway I went to the door and was turned away as they said I didn't fit the dress code although it was more to do with me being alone. So reluctantly I hung about the pub again for a while then as chance would have it two clearly well oiled girls wobbled up towards the doors chatting about going to the club in question and on the spur of the moment I rushed after them and asked if I could go in with them.