The door to the doctor's surgery clicked shut behind us. The news I had just been given, that I was infertile, shocked me to the core. After my wife Sam had been found to be positively fertile, the finger of blame had pointed in my direction and an appointment with our local doctor and a sample of my sperm (which Sam kindly helped me produce) confirmed that indeed, I was the culprit.
We (that's me, Steve Williams and my wife Sam) were both desperate for a child. We had looked at all the options and talked them over at length. Artificial insemination was pondered over, as was adoption. But Sam and I wanted to feel more secure in what we were to bring up and that he or she came from a good background and would be of good character.
Quite by chance, Sam heard of a couple who were friends of a client of hers (she works as a junior partner in a literary agency) who had been in exactly the same situation as us. They too had gone through all the options.
They heard of a clinic which provided sperm donors. The principal involves conceiving with a stranger. A carefully selected donor, makes love to your wife and inseminates her with their semen.
As a matter of course, all donors are thoroughly vetted. Only those who come with perfect credentials and references are put forward. Health aspects, blood tests etc are all extensively screened, checked and then double checked. If we decided to go for this, this procedure would also have to include my wife and myself.
A searchable database with pictures, academic qualifications, upbringing, background, religious beliefs etc is provided to the prospective couple. Clients can browse at leisure details of the suitable donors and then select the one that they feel is most suited. For me, the hardest thing to accept was the thought of a total stranger, between Sam's legs. But in the end my wife won me over. She so wanted this.
It was only sex after all, a one off. We had both had sexual relationships before the only difference now was that this was to be within the sanctuary of marriage. According to the comprehensive brochure provided by the agency,
"There should be no foreplay, no kissing and minimal touching. There must be the minimum of contact to produce the desired effect." The brochure continued. "The partners should use the missionary position as this is best for conceiving, allowing fullest penetration of the woman by the man. The sperm then has the best chance of entering the uterus."
The pamphlet went on, "It is advised that partial clothing should be worn during the act. Loose clothing should be worn in such a way to allow free and unencumbered access to each others sexual organs."
The guide concluded," KY Gel or other suitable lubricant should be on hand in case it is needed to assist full penetration of the male member".
For several days, Sam and I mulled over our laptops checking out the candidates put forward by the clinic. After much deliberation, we finally came up with our choice.
Although we knew what he looked like, he could only be identified as number 041. He was white, 19 years old and a student studying at a major university. His appearance bordered on good looking to handsome. At just over 6 foot, we had all we needed to know apart from, to be honest, I would have liked to know the length of his penis, preferring one that was more or less akin to my own. No bigger and no smaller.
With our choice agreed the payment was arranged. As my wife felt a little uneasy with being alone with a stranger, it was agreed that, although it was not normal practice, I was to be allowed in the same room during intercourse. Just to give my wife support if she felt she needed it.
A date was set, when my wife would be at her most fertile and her body the most receptive to the fertile sperm. We could have used the clinic for the deed, but Sam felt she would be more at ease at a hotel. A room at the "Shangri La" hotel was duly booked (we also could have done "it" at home, but a hotel seemed better - think nosy neighbours). We were to meet number 041 or Mark, as we found out he was called and Margit who was one of the directors from the clinic, at the hotel for dinner prior to the engagement. This was to help both parties relax and loosen up. There would also be a last minute briefing. This was to be an hour or so before the exchange was to take place.
We had a little less than three weeks to prepare ourselves, not that there was much to do. Sam wanted to ensure that number 041, Mark, would cum as soon as possible. I think she felt a bit guilty about having sex with another man and wanted it to appear more as a function, a need to become pregnant. Which, of course it was. By it being quick, I think she felt that it would not appear so dirty. To hasten things, she wanted to master and finesse a technique she had used on me in the past when she wanted to make me cum fast. It involved manipulation of the muscles in her vagina to increase pressure on my penis, thereby increasing stimulation, thereby bringing me off sooner. Her trick definitely worked. We had a lot of fun as we took every opportunity to practice. With a stopwatch running, we got our lovemaking down from just under a minute to twenty seconds. From insertion to climax.
The date finally arrived and Sam and I arrived at the Shangri La hotel early in the afternoon. Sam is an outward going vivacious young woman. She exhibits a joie de vivre bouncy go getting personality. Everybody likes her, some I think, at times, a little too much. Especially some of her work colleagues, both male and female. On this rather unusual occasion, Sam appeared totally unfazed by the forthcoming event. Perhaps she was going to enjoy this rather more than I had hoped for. She did look fabulous in her pale green Chanel trouser suit outfit.
