The Old Fashion Way - Sex Stories

The Old Fashion Way

... her about it, to at least consider the possibility. I asked her if we could talk. Yes, the old 'we have to talk' ploy.

We sat at the kitchen table, like we were going to talk about dinner plans. She looked positively devastated, like her last friend had died, like the mortgage was due and the landlord was at the door twisting his mustache between his fingers.

"I know you don't want to go the artificial insemination route. You want to talk to me about it?" I said.

"I know it isn't fair to ask you to approve of a donor, an old fashion type donor to have six with me, but I just can't accept the turkey baster full of sperm thing," she said. "That's just gross," she added. I knew if she thought something was "gross" she would never agree to it. "Gross" was her way of saying that something was undignified to her, like a kid saying something was yucky.

We sat silently for awhile, then I said, "How would you like to handle it?"

"Well, it wouldn't be a romantic thing, or anything like that," she said. "I just thought we'd find someone, you know, then get some time together, for me and him." I told her if that was what she wanted, I would work with that. I said if that was how she would get a baby I was fine with it, that I would learn to accept it.

"I would just think of it like you were seeing a doctor, a specialist. It would be like he was doing a service for us," I said.

"Could you love a baby that came from someone else?" she asked.

"You know I could love ...

... a child that we adopted, right?" I said. "Of course I could."

"Then could you handle this?" Claire asked again. "This is what it comes down to," she said. "We want a child. Could you deal with a man coming here to fuck me and give me a baby?" I said I thought so. I hoped it would be one time, but I thought I could. "Well, it has to be more than you think you can," she said firmly. I said I could.

"Well, I have some candidates," she said handing me a sheet of paper. There were ten names on it with descriptions and personal information. I asked where she got it. "I have been doing research," she said. Claire had found a group online at a site listed as Natural Way. She handed me a copy of a very impressive list. Each man was the very best in his specialty, each one described by others as most talented. One of them was the the handsomest man many had ever seen. Another was described as the most gifted mathematician they'd ever seen. The third on the list was thought to be the most brilliant musician any had encountered in the lives. One fellow had the highest IQ ever tested at Stanford. One fellow was thought to be the strongest man to ever enter a weightlifting competition at the Olympic level.

Each of them were the very best in their specialty, but each one also had at least one gigantic flaw. The handsome one was described by some as dreadfully arrogant. The mathematician was "hopelessly" over confident. The musician was debilitatingly insecure. The man thought to be ...