Would you help my wife and I have a child?

This question came from a customer of mine that also happens to be my Doctor.  Sharon and I have been friends for many years but travel in different circles, so we don't socialize often.  I ran into Sharon at the local grocery store last Sunday morning.  Since we both seemed to be following the same direction through the store, we chatted along the way.

We started with the weather and slowly moved into more personal material.  We were about three-quarters of the way through the store when she blurted out.  "James, would you help my wife, Jane, and I have a child?"

I stared at her for a moment like she was speaking a foreign language.  When nothing came out of my mouth, she added, "Why don't you come by the house for dinner tonight.  Do you remember where we live?"

I was still stuck on the first question, and Sharon could see that, so she gently clutched my shoulder.  When the touch alone didn't break me free, she gave me a little shake, which did the trick.  I finally babbled, "Yes, dinner... your house tonight.  What time?"

"How about we start a little early so that we have plenty of time to talk, so six-thirty,"  she responded.

"Okay," was all I could think of to say as we started moving down the aisle again.  As we reached the end of the lane, I just headed for the nearest cashier to check out.  Along the way, Sharon confirmed, "We'll see you at six-thirty tonight?"

I managed, "Yes, six-thirty," as I placed my items on the conveyor belt.  The cashier had to ask me twice if I wanted bags as my mind spiraled.

I finally managed to pay and get out of there, although I got lost going home during the two-mile trek.  I made a completely wrong turn and ended up another five miles away from home before I realized where I was.  I finally got home and brought the groceries in before putting them away.  I grabbed a beer and headed out on the deck to try and make sense of Sharon's request.

After three beers and much thought, I decided that part of it may be that I'm unattached, divorced actually.  But they could go to a sperm bank and pick from thousands of donors.  They'd never have to know or even deal with them after the birth.  I'm in good health and have few family health issues, and Sharon would know that.  But why me?

It was noon, and I was already a little woozy from the beers and no food, so I went inside to make a sandwich.  I grabbed bottled water and ate lunch before settling on the couch for an afternoon nap.  I woke about forty-five minutes later, feeling very relaxed and decided to let it go for now.  I spent the next few hours doing some chores such as mowing, laundry, and vacuuming the house.  It was about five o'clock, and I decided that a shower and a change of clothes was in order.  After getting out of the shower and getting dressed, I headed to the local liquor store to bring a couple of bottles of wine to the 'interview.'

I was still a little early, but I headed to their house none-the-less.  Sharon answered the door wearing a light blue summer dress. The only reason that I noticed is that most of the time I see her she is in a suit or scrubs.

Sharon said, "Come on inside, James.  Let me take those bottles from you."

I handed her the bottles as Jane came inside from the back yard.

Jane was pulling on a cover-up to conceal her very sexy bikini as she approached.  Both ladies were in their mid-thirties, and both were in very good physical condition.  I tried not to ogle Jane as she held out her hand to shake, but it had been a while for me.

I gently held Jane's hand, and we shook as she said, "Thank you for talking to us.  I know that it's a bit of an oddball question to ask someone.  We wanted to give you some idea of the reason for your visit ahead of time."

"I appreciate that, and I understand your need, but why me?" I questioned.

Sharon approached with three full wine glasses and offered, "Why don't we get comfortable on the couches?" as she handed Jane and me a glass.  I followed them to the living room, and we all had a seat.  Once we were settled in, Sharon continued, "So let's get past the basic questions first.  I'm sure you're wondering why we don't use a sperm bank for artificial insemination."

"Yes, that, and why me?" I queried.

Jane took over with, "Not to get into our whole life story, but we're very private and rather religious in our way.  We believe that a baby should be brought about naturally and that the father should be involved if he wants to be.  Sharon and I have talked at length for a few years about having kids, and the way we wanted to go about it.  We're both working women, and we had first to decide who would carry the child.  That part was probably the easiest decision of all, given that Sharon is a doctor and could test us both for possible problems.  Since we are both very healthy, we decided that both of us would try."

At this point, Sharon jumped in, "I know that picking a suitable candidate given my medical knowledge of the town's residents could be construed as an abuse of my position.  However, I have to say that no one, not even Jane, saw your medical records.  That knowledge is mine alone, and it wasn't the only criteria used to choose the father to be."

They both stared at me for a moment to let me know that they wanted to hear some feedback.  I opened with, "Okay, so I understand what you've said so far.  So assuming I decide to go along with this plan, I'll need some assurances.  I would want my name on the child's birth certificate as the father.  If I decide to relinquish my rights at a later date, then I would decide to do so.  I can't imagine having a child in this world that came from me and not being a part of its life."

The ladies looked at each other and smiled, then Sharon replied, "We would expect no less from you, James.  That was the biggest reason we decided on you."

"Alright, so let's skip ahead for a moment and presume that I agree to this.  What did you mean by bringing it about naturally?" I inquired.

Jane answered this one, "We would want to conceive the old-fashioned way, with the three of us making love.  We would like you to abstain from sexual release outside of our bedroom until one of us is pregnant."

I sat there slack-jawed for a moment before Sharon added, "Let me get us some more wine while you ponder the thought."

Sharon rose, heading for the kitchen, while Jane took the opportunity to come and sit next to me.  Jane said as delicately as possible, "We've both had sex with men in our lives, so it won't be the first time for either of us.  We've chosen to be together out of love, not because of anything else.  You were our pick because we've always enjoyed your company, and despite being divorced, we think you're a stable guy.  And physically, we're both attracted to you and think you'd give us a good looking child."

Sharon walked up with the bottle and added, "In another life, either one of us might be your partner right now.  So you see, it's as much about attraction as it is medicine."

"Okay," I remarked, then added, "So if I agree to all of this, then what's next?  Should we check my sperm count to make sure I have an adequate number of swimmers?"

Both ladies laughed at my last comment, then Jane said, "Who calls them swimmers?  I've never heard that term before.  That's hilarious!"

I relaxed as I realized that they weren't laughing at me, but my choice of words.

Sharon added, "A sperm count test is a good idea.  I hadn't thought of that previously.  How about you come by the office Monday, and we'll get a sample.  I can quickly check it under the microscope myself; that way, no one else is involved.  If it's questionable, then we'll have it checked at a fertility clinic."

Jane stood and said, "Now that we've got that business handled, let's go into the kitchen and get something to eat, I'm starving."

Jane sauntered off in her see-through cover-up, as Sharon and I watched.  We were both still seated on the couch and turned to each other simultaneously and smiled.  I bluntly asked, "Are you sure that your relationship can stand a third person in your bedroom, even if it's only one time?"

"It's for something that we both want, so it will have to survive.  Even if it doesn't, I'll still get to be a Mom, and that's the best gift I could ever get," she replied as we stood.

The rest of the evening was more relaxed as we ate and drank and talked like friends.  I finally noticed the time at nine-thirty and made my excuses for cutting out.  Each of the ladies grabbed an arm as we shuffled along to the front door.  I went to hug Jane, and she gave me a big sexy kiss on the lips.  Not to be outdone, Sharon stepped up and did the same as I backpedaled out the open door.

To be continued...