My first story based on facts, mixed with fiction.
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It all started more than a year ago. We had an appointment at the fertility clinic. Our doctor told us that due to my "lazy swimmers", the chance for us to conceive a child was very low.
We discussed the situation and he left us two options - artificial insemination and adoption.
The ride back home was silent. In the past, I always could help her with her problems, but this time the problem was me. I saw the sadness in her eyes and I felt really bad.
Artificial insemination was not an option for her because she would react very badly to the hormone treatment she had to endure for the procedure.
I also knew how she was looking forward to her pregnancy. She wanted to bear her own children, not adopt a child.
Later that night in bed, I held her in my arms and tried to comfort her. I told her I would find a solution. Because I cold not sleep, I got up and started surfing the internet. Within an hour, I found two sites where men voluntary presented themselves as "studs".
Without thinking, I placed the following ad on these sites: "Couple - hetero - mid 30's looking for a stud to knock up the wife. She has long brown hair, firm breasts and wide sexy hips The stud must be fit with white skin, dark hair and grey or blue eyes to match the husband's. If you fit this description and are interested, please react."
Next morning, I had to my surprise more than 100 responses in my mailbox, so I decided to put the ad on hold and take a few days to make a selection.
That evening in the bedroom, I told her I had a wicked idea involving pregnancy. She looked at me with her lovely green questioning eyes and I suggested to her that we should invite another man with similar characteristics as myself to get together with her and get her knocked up. She blushed and said I was a very naughty boy. When we went to bed, however, I was well aware of her arousal. I started to act if I was a stud. I slipped my hand in her silk panty during our lovemaking and felt she was soaking wet.
When my cock found the entrance of her love tunnel, I whispered in her ear that I was going to make her a mommy. She played along. "Do it to me, knock me up," she said. By the time I had fully entered her, she already had her first orgasm. During that night, our arousal peaked and we fucked like rabbits. I could not keep my cock out of her pussy.
The following morning she told me that she was like a horny teenager the night before, but she said it should stay a fantasy for her because she would never dare to go to bed with another man. I knew that her mind was now back in control, but her body felt otherwise.
Over the next 2 months, our sex life revived with me acting as "the stud". Before this happened, we had sex two or three times a week. Now it was often more than once a day. I also took track of her periods and bought ovulation tests. I told her I was trying to make it more real.
In the meantime I made contact with Matt. He was from England and lived near Oxford. He was 28 years old, divorced, and the father of two beautiful girls.
During our chats online, we discovered we had the same humor and had similar interests. In fact, he could be the brother I never had.
My wife, on the other hand, had become more and more open to the idea and sometimes was wondering how we could find a real stud for her. I just smiled and told her that maybe he would appear out of nowhere. One evening in bed, she told me she had thought it through and that if it should happen, I had to stay in the same room with them so she would feel more safe and relaxed. If necessary, I had to assist to keep her in the right mood. She said it was also important for her that I was present at the conception so it felt for her that we both made a baby. Hearing her saying all these words and imagining the scene, my cock just shot off without her - or me - touching it.
In the meantime, she was stil clueless what I already had planned. I did not want to make her nervous and I also was curious how she would react when she finally met Matt. I kept him updated on a daily basis. One evening, Matt confessed me he had mentioned our naughty agreement to his best friend Jeff on a drunken boys' night out. He apologized for that and hoped it would not be a dealbreaker. He was relieved when I told him the game was still on.
