Jackie bit her lower lip, her eyes searching the crowd for the Englishman. She and her husband Don had been emailing him for sometime, almost a year. Now as she waited for him to arrive, her palms were once again hot and sweaty. She rubbed them down her thighs, wiping the offensive moisture onto the soft denim fabric. Don sat there with her. He too was nervous. He wondered if he could let Jackie do this or not. He wanted her too and he didn't want her too. She was the same way, they both were really, it was why they were doing it together. Neither one knew for sure why they sensed his presence, but they did. Together Don and Jackie Wright turned and looked at the handsome man walking toward them.
William Ambrose the Third recognized them immediately. They were the exact image he'd been looking at the entire flight over to the states, give or take a few hours when he was engaged in sleeping or light hearted banter with the pretty blonde passenger next to him. He made his way to them and shook Don's hand. Jackie stood and he pulled her to him, kissed her cheek and pressed his hand along the small of her back. He watched both their reactions, waiting to see what they would do.
Don took a deep breath, trying to ignore the roll of his stomach as he watched William touch his wife. He thought about why William was here and took several more breaths. William was a professional and so Don would act like the business man he was. He glanced at Jackie and smiled softly, he could tell she was nervous. They both were.
Jackie felt the warm lips of William touch her cheek and she closed her eyes on the shivering of fear that ripped through her. "One weekend...one weekend..." she told herself over and over as William touched her.
The three moved through the airport, William making sure to continually touch Jackie hoping to set her mind and her body at ease with him. Once they all reached the car, Don got in to drive and William and Jackie climbed into the back seat. Don angled the rearview mirror away so he wouldn't see the couple, just in case they wanted to get to know each other better.
Jackie sat next to William and felt his arm resting on the seat behind her. She smiled up at him and wasn't sure how to break the ice. For the first fifteen minutes no one spoke, eventually William did.
"I understand we're going to be staying at a cabin this weekend?" he asked Don. His fingers ran lazy circles over Jackie's skin. "I hope the weather cooperates with us and we can enjoy some of the scenery."
Jackie shifted nervously, but did nothing to move away from William. As her husband and William spoke her memories came back to her in rapid succession. She and Don had been married fifteen years. She was now thirty-three and he was thirty-five. They had everything a happy husband and wife could ask for. Their home was paid for. Their savings thick with money. Their cars were theirs. They even owned a lake cottage, though for this particular weekend they were renting one on a different lake, in a different state.
It was apparent a few years into their marriage that they weren't able to have children. They had thought of adoption and that option was great until they were given the child and two weeks later the mother changed her mind. They lost the little girl. The pain had almost killed Jackie. She never knew that she would develop a love so quickly until that baby was placed in her arms. But when she had to give it up, her world collapsed and it had taken many months before she was able to wake up in the morning and not look at the picture of the baby she'd lost.
They knew it wasn't anyone's fault. Don't sperm count was low. It wasn't something he could have fixed, or he would have. His sperm was healthy. There were just to few of the little mites to make a good enough show when Jackie's body was ready for them. So for several more years they threw themselves into loving their nieces and nephews as well as establishing the nest eggs they would need for retirement. Jackie recalled the day she had sat down and just on a whim typed in "sperm donors" and a slew of sites came up. She realized she didn't want to use a big company. She didn't want to be poked and prodded by doctors, both her and Don had done that so much she was sick of it, so was Don. Doctors were clinical and impersonal. They wanted their baby to be conceived by love, and if they couldn't have love, they wanted it to be something memorable and pleasing.
It was a month later that Jackie went to Don with her small list of "candidates." She'd chewed on the inside of her lip as he contemplated what she was suggesting. The conversation played in her mind.
"You want to sleep with one of these men?" he asked her, unsure if she was wanting a kid or a kinky sex escapade. He lifted his brow and studied his wife.
"I don't want any more cold-fingered doctor's playing with me," she told him. Her eyes were full of both sorrow and indecision. "I just think we should consider it. I wouldn't do this without you. Your sperm isn't dead, hon. It's just not strong. It could still get me pregnant."
"Its not likely though. You sure you'd want to do this? I mean, we don't know these guys. How do we know they aren't diseased?" he asked.
"They are screened. I've done my homework and spoken with my doctor and she's contacted the groups I've listed here. They are reputable and legit. Honey, they are some here in the US and some overseas."
"You really want to do this?" Don asked. He knew how badly Jackie wanted a child. He did too. Was it fair to have his wife fuck someone she didn't know, even if she wanted to? He wasn't sure. What if she liked it? What if he wasn't good enough for her anymore? "I have to think about this hon. But...right now. You decide which one you'd go with and narrow it down to three and then IF... and that is a big IF... if I agree I'll look over them."
"Thank you Don. I love you. I hope you know that," she told him. "And I won't do this without you being a part of it. I want you there with me. . ."
"Let me have some time and space, okay."
"There is no hurry, love," Jackie told him.
The car pulling into a gravel drive brought Jackie out of the self-induced trance she was in. Her memories faded and she glanced over to William taking in his features and wondering if she did become pregnant what would her child look like. She then looked up at Don and found herself comparing the two men and found them both handsome. Don was everything she'd ever wanted in a man. He was sexy and caring, handsome and vibrate. She loved him and in the end if he told her he couldn't let her do this then she would say, "okay" and they would allow William to enjoy a quiet vacation on a lake, while they went home.
William exited the car and helped Jackie out. Don drove and parked it in the garage.
"This is beautiful," William told the small woman at his side. He looked down on her petite figure. He'd accepted the "assignment" because she resembled his wife back in England. He wondered how Chrissy was doing and he looked forward to calling her and the kids later that evening.
"Don and I came up here a month ago and checked the place out. Its clean and welcoming. There are two bedrooms..." the words fell quietly from her lips.
