This is my first published story. It involves partner sharing, so if that's not your thing, I'd move along. All characters and the events portrayed herein are entirely fictitious. Thanks for reading!
We were having The Conversation again.
Jill and I had been trying for a baby for a couple of years and it had become clear that the natural way was not going to be fruitful; the doctors did their tests and had concluded that the problem was with Jill's plumbing, and not mine. IVF was the only option, they advised, and even then they offered only an outside chance- and at a huge cost. We couldn't really afford it but we did have some savings we'd scraped together over the last year or two and reluctantly we allocated that as a budget for the process, even though it seemed like a huge and expensive gamble.
Various people had suggested adoption or surrogacy as alternative options. I had favoured the former and Jill the latter, and then as we argued on the merits, I ultimately caused a massive fallout by suggesting that we give up the idea of kids at all. I was happy with the idea of being a dad, but neither was I driven by the need to be a parent, while for Jill it was almost an obsession and I had idly wondered if we should not simply embrace a happy life as a couple. Jill had icily commented that if that was what I truly wanted, well knowing her desire to be a mother, perhaps we shouldn't be together at all.
It took a while to build bridges after my blunder after she left me to for a week while she stayed with her sister Emily, who lived across town with her boyfriend, Carl. Jill returned home a few days later and we reconciled very passionately in bed, shortly after I had made my grovelling apologies. As we lay in the afterglow, I had resolved to diplomatically agree to Jill's ideas on the subject, whatever they might be.
I was more than surprised by the suggestion she shared with me. Her sister, she said, was willing, - if not eager- to help Jill to have a child- to the point of offering her own services as a surrogate mother.
"Wow- well that's one heck of a commitment, " I said. "Is she sure about this?"
Jill explained. "Tim, I'm going to let you into big family secret. Even Carl doesn't know- so this is in confidence, ok?" She continued, conspiratorially: "Emily got pregnant as a teenager. Got persuaded into an abortion; I've not talked to her much about it before now, she never wanted to- but she regrets it now. She doesn't want kids of her own now, she says she doesn't deserve to have them; but she says doing this, having a baby for us, would be like making amends for the one she got rid of."
I remembered my recent resolution to agree with Jill's proposals, but this felt awkward. Jill seemed to be positively into the idea, but I thought it had obvious problems.
"Well, " I began carefully. "I suppose it gets rid of all the problems we had about surrogacy, having a stranger involved and everything." Tentatively I couched my positive response with a potential hurdle. "How about Carl, surely he wouldn't agree?"
"Carl: well. That's where the cash we've got saved up comes in. He's heavily invested in his business, and our 10K will help him out of a tax hole, from what I understand. Emily doesn't want to take anything for doing it, but Carl was over the moon about the idea when I said we had that put aside for IVF."
That was typical Carl. While I liked Em a lot, Carl was, frankly, a bit of a dick. He was a poser whose sole employment (other than working out) was a number of somewhat uncertain business interests. He flashed cash in public, but I knew he'd drained Emily's share of her and Jill's inheritance and he'd tried to tap me and Jill for "investment capital" more than once. Carl's charm however always seemed to win over the girls who thought he was an attractive, well-groomed rogue and even Jill always found a way to defend him when I griped.
I sighed, seeing that raising objection to Carl's selfish interest in the transaction was not going to be sustainable. "Well, I guess that's we were saving it for. And IVF was a huge gamble anyway."
"So are you alright about it?" My wife seemed surprised at how easily she had won this argument. I swallowed my distaste for paying Carl for the privilege of Emily's biological hard work and made a show of reluctantly agreeing.
"I suppose I am. I mean it's a bit weird it being your sis, but at least its someone we know we can trust, and if you are okay with it then I guess I am." I paused. "What are the practicalities? I guess I wank off into a jar or something and then she... puts it in, somehow?"
She looked a little tripidatious at this turn of subject. "Well that's something we need to talk about too."
"okay...?"
"Well, after her abortion and everything, Emily says she doesn't want any of the process to be, ah, artificial in any way."
"Artificial?"
"Well the actual... insemination; it has to be entirely natural, or she's not prepared to do it"
"Insemination- oh! You mean? With my actual-"
"Its her one absolute condition."
" So, she and I have to, you know?" I felt my face redden.
"Yeah. She won't have anything -- even a syringe."
"Jill, Are you sure you are okay with that?"
Jill frowned. "I think so. I'm not completely enthralled by it but on balance, it makes sense. The solution feels so neat, the DNA is going to be so close a match to you and me, and she so wants to help and heal some of those wounds from what she went through. Anyways, we've kind of worked out a system for how it will work."
With that she told me, with her familiar organisational relish overtaking any prudishness, about how the mechanics of my inseminating her sister would work. She would be present at all times, as would Carl. Jill would get me off while Carl would provide Emily her own warm up. When I was ready to cum, I would simply put myself into Emily and ejaculate. "So its not like you are fucking her, you are just cumming in her," explained Julie, as if that made all the difference.
"And Carl is honestly okay with all this?" I said incredulously.
"Turns out Carl is quite broadminded, so long as he gets paid."
I have to admit that the idea of cumming inside my wife's sister was not without its attractions. Even though it would be slightly constraining with partners present, overseeing it all. As I said, I thought Em was pretty cool and I'd be lying to say I didn't fancy more than a bit.
Not that I would have the freedom to fantasize about the idea for long in advance. With usual military zeal, Jill had plotted Emily's ovulation and determined that the weekend a week or so hence would be the most propitious time for the union. I was on strict injunction against any 'activity' over the run up to the date, whether mutual or solitary.
Now for a guy who wakes up with a hard on every day, that's a trial. But I would need all of those gallons of sperm that were soon practically sloshing around in the tanks. It turned out Jill was not expecting just one performance from me but had the whole weekend planned out.
I felt like a stud stallion being prepared to be matched with a prize mare for mating.
***
The weekend finally arrived. The anticipation was quite palpable and I'd even had some very interesting dreams, especially after a week or more of abstinence and left at least one wet patch on my side of the bed.
It was Emily's idea to dress formally. Jill was a bit hesitant but agreed, bringing out her usual black cocktail dress ("my fuck me" dress she called it) which emphasized her slim figure and flattered her boobs. I was barely able to not simply ravage her in the taxi on the way over. I went for smart casual, jacket and open neck shirt with good jeans.
Emily met us at the entrance to the flat, kisses and embrace for Jill and a blush and a peck on the cheek for me. I could tell Em was nervous, as usually she and I flirted casually but when I tried an opening line with her it fell flat and she looked pointedly at her sister and ignored it.
Carl, tall and broad, looked like a bouncer, filling his suit. Over-familiarly, he swept up Jill and to my annoyance my wife did not recoil in disgust, but allowed him to bend her back for a kiss on the lips extravagantly and for a moment too long. Releasing my wife, he gave me a half-smile half-scowl and after a moment offered me a hand. "Not sure who has the best end of this deal, bro," he gave me a wink, as usual trying to dominate the handshake with his muscular grip.
The evening progressed awkwardly, and as a result we all imbibed relatively heavily. Jill and Em had wisely decided that a heavy meal would be a bad idea, and the light snacks which Emily dutifully kept bringing out were pleasant but unfulfilling and as a result the alcohol seemed to take affect quickly. Carl kept topping up his custom "Old Fashioneds" and although his bragging about their efficacy was irritating, they did take the edge off pleasantly.
