I, Teresa Virginia Majors, fell madly in love with Don Richards when we were both juniors in college. Ours was almost a storybook romance except for one thing; Don was sterile so biological kids with him as the father were out of the question. Since I badly wanted to be a mother it seemed that our relationship would only be a college fling despite what I considered deep feelings for Don.
Don had other ideas. When we graduated from college he convinced me to move in with him in a city where we both got decent job offers and made it his main mission in life to get me to marry him. I was reluctant but he pushed it using both emotion and logic.
The logical part of his push related to how he came into existence. His father was not his biological father, which he knew from an early age, not because he was sterile but because he had a genetic abnormality that he didn't want to pass on to children. Therefore both Don and his sister Donna (his parents didn't have much imagination when it came to naming children) were both conceived by their mother using the same sperm donor from a sperm bank.
Don and Donna look enough alike to almost be twins, and they also look a great deal like their father, and all four members of the family have similar intellects and personality traits. That was accomplished by taking abundant care in picking the sperm donor using records from the sperm bank which had a great deal of information about each sperm donor including photographs of everything except their faces and any distinguishing markings.
At Don's urging I had a number of discussions with his parents, both individually and together, and I was finally convinced that I could fulfill my desire for biological children virtually as fully as if Don wasn't sterile by doing what his parents did -- taking great pains to pick out the perfect sperm donor from a sperm bank.
Don and I got married after living together for 18 months, and our married life got off to a great start. There was only one problem and considering how much we loved each other and how compatible that we were it didn't have much effect on our marriage; Don had a significantly higher libido than I did.
If Don had his way we would fuck or make love six days a week, and twice on Sunday. For me two or three times was optimal.
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Pursuant to our plan Don and I decided that it was time to have our first child after we had been married about five years and we were both 27 years old. Don is six feet one inch tall and 175 pounds with a swimmer's build, blond hair, blue eyes, and a nose with a slightly convex bridge which I (and most other people who care about such things) consider the most masculine. His IQ is 125, average for someone with a graduate degree, and he is fun loving. When we started looking at sperm banks we wanted to find one with a sterling reputation for honesty, with as much information about the donors as possible, and with a donor with characteristics as close to Don's as possible.
We consulted only anonymous donor sperm banks with practices established by the American Society for Reproductive Medicine; unfortunately there are only about 100 of those in the United States, and only two in our state. The two in our state didn't have someone who fit our bill perfectly or didn't have enough information to determine that, but one in an adjacent state did. That sperm bank had one guy who did have enough information to determine that he fit the bill perfectly.
The sperm bank, Crosby Heights, we chose had Donor A405. They had several photos of him minus facial and distinguishing features and profiles including physical attributes like height (six feet two inches), weight (185 pounds), blood type (O positive, the same as mine), hair (blond), and eye color (blue), as well as family history, hobbies, personality, and education (college graduate from a school ranked in the top 50 according to U S News & World Report). As with all donors the sperm was subjected to analysis and the donor was subjected to genetic screening and family genetic history screening. A405 was 22 years old when he donated. Even though the donation was six years ago that was irrelevant since frozen sperm remains fully viable indefinitely and it would be tested before it was used.
As you can tell from my descriptions of Don and A405 it was almost like they were biological brothers. We were both excited about the situation until the IUI procedure (the one we were using, not IVF) was described to me.
You might think it odd that I never inquired about the procedure until that point; I probably should have, but I didn't. When it was described to me I was totally non-plussed even though I didn't show it outwardly. I know that thousands of women go through the procedure every year, that compared to other medical procedures it is easy and relatively non-invasive, and that I'm simply a wuss when it comes to that type of thing; but it really set me back.
I was able to put Don off for a while claiming a new project at work; then I took a trip to see my paternal grandmother.
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Ruby Majors -- my paternal grandmother who since I could talk I called "GR" -- is best described as "a piece of work." She has a PhD in visual arts, a genius IQ, a bohemian attitude, and a keen eye for the stock market. I was always close to her growing up even though she had divorced my grandfather before I was three years old, and her personality was different than all of the other members of my family. I could talk with her about anything without shocking her or having her judge me -- things that I unfortunately could not do with my parents or material grandparents.
After a cup of tea and a shot of whiskey -- typical first greetings with GR -- I went right into my apprehensions. I explained everything about the sperm bank investigation, finding the perfect candidate, and my great consternation about the IUI procedure. She had a ready answer. "Find A405 in real life and get him to knock you up."
"What the hell, GR; cheat on Don?"
"Look, Virginia," she said; she was the only one in the world who called me by my middle name since she had a bad experience with a Teresa growing up and was upset when my mother named me that; "it's a biological function. You don't have to love the guy, or even like him. You're not going to leave Don for him, you can probably get him to fuck you without even telling him who you are since you're a hot babe and guys only think with their dicks. Besides, no one but you and me will ever know. Plus, how much does the IUI cost?"
"$1,000 per cycle and up to $4,000 if I don't have a regular cycle or need fertility treatments, although preliminary investigation points to no problem with either of those," I responded.
"And normally how many cycles before impregnation?" she continued.
"Usually one or two if the woman is relaxed, four or five if like me the woman is uptight about it," I replied.
"For $4,000 I know that I can find out who A405 is and it will be my gift to you; plus then you can use him for your future child or children too," GR smiled. "My stock portfolio went up more than $300,000 in value last year and I can't think a better way to use some of that money than getting a great grandchild and wonderful as you are Virginia," she laughed.
GR and I had a long discussion, hashing out every detail and ethical quandary. After an hour she had almost convinced me so we went to get top notch spa treatments and to a four star restaurant for dinner -- both at her expense, of course.
Before I left Grandma Ruby's house the next morning it was 60-40 in my mind that I would go along with her plan. I had given her a printout of all of the information about A405 from the sperm bank and left it in her capable hands. If she never found the guy that would be both a sign and a reality that it was not to be; if she did find him I'd have to think harder about it. Of course even if she did find him he might not go along with it; I'm not really as hot and irresistible as GR thinks.
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I guess that I really shouldn't have been surprised when GR called me up only a little over two weeks after I visited her and said "I've got the name, location, and worthwhile information about A405; come to see me this Saturday."
"You're kidding!" I exclaimed.
"Hell no, Virginia; I'm not your favorite person -- besides Don -- for nothing, you know," she cackled.
I'm not sure how she got all the information -- she probably bribed someone at the sperm bank and then put a P I on it -- and I know that it cost her three times more than the $4,000 she told me that it did -- but when she showed me present day photos of Roger Stuart (aka A405) I knew in my heart that it was him. He even had a nose with a slightly convex bridge just like Don. Shit, he may have been Don's illegitimate half-brother. I was quite distressed when my pussy started leaking.
"He's really handsome," I sighed once I got my pussy under control. "I'm not sure that he'll have sex with me."
"He will if you make it a simple business transaction," GR smiled.
"Why do you think that GR?"
"Because his wife cheated on him and he'd like to divorce her but is worried about finances if they split because he works for a non-profit and not to maximize his earning potential considering his college degree and intelligence," she grinned.
"Wow," I said to myself, "she must have spent more money than I thought."
Before I could respond further she continued. "He lives only about 90 miles from your office. I'll give you $10,000 cash and if you're straight forward with him you can get it done. When's your next ovulation?"
"Likely next weekend."
"Great; here's an ovulation predictor kit that I just bought on-line; use it and if things are right then go for it; plus here's the $10,000 cash," GR grinned handing me a wad of 100 dollar bills.
I tried to refuse the kit and money to no avail. We talked for another hour and she wore me down. I promised to give it a try if I was ovulating come Saturday next.
I was definitely in the most fertile part of my cycle the next Saturday and as luck would have it that weekend Don was going with his father, brother-in-law, and uncle out of town to play at some special golf course. Although he wanted to go with me to the sperm bank I told him that I felt better going alone while he was gone.
I got all of the information from GR about Roger and was on the drive to his apartment building by 9:00 a. m. Saturday. GR had convinced me that the direct approach was the best.
I called Roger from a burner phone about 10:30 that morning. "Hi Roger, you don't know me but my name is Jane Smith and I would like to talk to you about a business proposition." Maybe the "Jane Smith" alias was too transparent, but so what.
"What type of proposition?" he responded, seeming more blasé than I thought that he would.
"It's not something that I am willing to talk about over the phone. Is there some public -- yet private enough not to be overheard -- place that we can talk?" when he hesitated I continued. "I know that you would like to divorce your cheating wife Belinda, and I may be able to help with that a great deal."
"How do you know about that?" was his sharp reply.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch; I just do, but have no desire to talk with anyone else about it. Can't we just talk for a half hour; if you agree to meet I'll give you $100 just to talk with me for a half hour and then if you want you can just walk away."
I had his interest.
