My husband, Will, and I are as much in love as any couple who have been married for over fifteen years could possibly be. Sure there have been bumps in the road but we always seem to work things out quickly and the making up only makes our bond stronger.
The one thing that I haven’t been able to do for him is give him a child of his own. And it’s not like we haven’t tried, wow, have we ever tried, but it just wasn’t happening. It seems I have no trouble getting pregnant, I just can’t stay that way, the fertilized eggs just won’t bond to my womb. That’s when we decided to look into alternatives.
We talked about adopting but I really wanted him to have his own child. After some searching online I heard about some people who have a surrogate carry their baby for them so we looked into that. After some more checking, we were connected with a pretty young twenty-four-year-old named Sarah. It was during our first meeting that she made a rather unusual suggestion.
We talked about having my eggs fertilized with Will’s sperm and then implanted into Sarah’s womb and the doctor explained that was expensive and didn’t always produce results. We also talked about doing the same with one of Sarah’s eggs. Then Sarah suggested a third option.
Her idea was that my husband would sleep with her to get her pregnant. At first, I was absolutely opposed to the idea and said so in no uncertain terms. From the look on his face, Will had already gone there, so I shut him down pretty quickly. We left the appointment with nothing resolved.
Over the next couple of months, I thought more about it. I was pretty much resigned to being childless until one of my coworkers brought her infant daughter to work to show her off and my biological clock went into hyperdrive. That night, after making love to my husband, I resurrected the idea.
I suggested we call Sarah again and he agreed so the next day I got in touch with her. We had to wait a few days until our schedules lined up for a meeting and in the interim, I teased my husband mercilessly about not fantasizing about fucking the much younger and prettier Sarah. Our lovemaking was frequent and passionate that week.
She came to our home on a Saturday afternoon and that day changed all of our lives. It almost got derailed when I realized that her sleeping with Will wouldn’t be a one-shot deal, rather it might require multiple sessions before she got pregnant, if she ever got pregnant. But Sarah explained that it was just sex for the sake of making a baby, without the attendant love and emotion and then she told us a story about a girl she knew in college who basically paid her tuition by being a surrogate.
She said that the woman in that case had the same reservations that I did but that between the three of them, they found a way to make it work. I couldn’t imagine how they would have done that so Sarah laid it out for me.
“You see, this girl was bisexual so she suggested that the wife join them while they, you know.”
“Fucked,” I said. “Jesus, that’s wild!” I thought for a moment, “But I’m not gay.”
“Neither am I,” said Sarah. “But I am bisexual.”
I was confused for a moment and then the light came on, “You mean you want me to help you?”
“Think of it as helping your husband,” she said. “Have you ever been attracted to women? Ever looked at a woman and thought she was cute or beautiful or hot?”
“Of course, I can recognize when a woman is pretty or hot,” I said. “But I’m not attracted to them, not in that way!”
“Maybe not,” said Sarah. “Would it surprise you to know that I wasn’t either until I met my girlfriend? She was different and I thought I liked her in a special way. Then she kissed me and I was sure.”
She pulled my hand up and kissed my fingers, her eyes never breaking contact. When her lips touched my fingers, I saw her eyes close and heard her breathe in sharply. “Have you ever kissed a woman, Lexi?”
“Some girlfriends and I fooled around a bit at college but never like that,” I admitted. I hadn’t heard that story before but I set myself a mental reminder to drag the details out of my wife someday.
“Were you drunk at the time?” asked Sarah.
“We were plastered!”
“Are you drunk now?” asked Sarah. She leaned in closer and whispered, “May I kiss you, Alexa?”
She moved closer and I didn’t pull away. Just as our lips were about to touch, my eyes closed and her lips opened ever so slightly. Sarah’s tongue flicked out and brushed my lips before sneaking inside to tease my tongue. It only lasted a few seconds but the effect it had on me was unmistakable. I wanted more.
We started making out and I was surprised at how quickly I became aroused. “That was nice,” I said after our lips parted. We started kissing again, more deeply and passionately. Our kiss broke and I was out of breath, “Oh my! I am so turned on right now!”
Sarah stood up and took my hand to pull me up for another kiss. Every time our lips and tongues touched I became more aroused. I knew right then that I wanted to make love to this young woman.
“Honey, could you go get us some wine? I think we’re running low,” I said to my husband. He objected by saying we had plenty of wine, men could be so dense sometimes. Then I moved toward him and traced my finger along his lip, Sweetie, you don’t understand, Sarah and I are going to our bedroom and we don’t want an audience. I’ll tell you all about it later.’ I kissed him hard to convince him and said, “If this goes well maybe you and she can start making babies!”
He left and I locked the bedroom door behind him. I knew he wouldn’t leave us alone but I didn’t care. I turned to Sarah, “Now where were we?” She pulled me in close and began placing feather-soft kisses on my lips and face. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensation of a woman’s touch. Her hands found the hem of my dress and she began pulling it up over my tummy, then exposing my breasts clad in one of my everyday bras. She cupped one breast in her as hand if to weigh it then squeezed to check its firmness. “Nice,” she breathed as her hand moved to the other one.
We wrestled my dress off and then looked at each other before kissing some more. Then she sank down in front of me, placing those soft kisses that I was growing to love on my body as she descended. Her lips lingered each time I reacted to her touch. When she reached the top of my panties she hesitated and looked up at me. “Ready?”
I was a simmering cauldron of nerves, fear, excitement, and passion which was, now that I look back on the day, exactly where she wanted me. I watched as her fingers hooked into the sides of my panties and slowly drew them down, resuming her feather touches with her lips and tongue as my trimmed mound was exposed. Her fingers teased my nether hair and then slipped between my thighs and I opened them slightly to allow her access. I was so aroused by this time that when her fingertip touched my clit I thought I might explode, so skilled she was in her seduction.
Then, just as I thought she might start teasing my pussy, she stood up. She kissed me softly and whispered, “Undress me!” I mimicked what she had done to me, sliding her summer dress up over her body, and was a little surprised to see that she had nothing on underneath. As the garment cleared her head she shook out her hair and her breasts jiggled with the motion. “I remember when mine looked like that,” I mused.