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There was only one other person in the waiting room at the fertility center along with Amelia and I, and I wondered what she was doing there. Was she having trouble conceiving? Was she a egg donor? Maybe she worked there and was on her break. Whatever her reason, I was glad she was there. She was good eye candy, and I knew that I’d be thinking about her and my wife while I worked on giving the doctor my sample.
Twenty minutes later, when the doctor was done with me, I found my wife talking to the woman—who was now joined by her own husband. Tasha’s husband Steve was a sperm donor, and she had come along so that they could go out after his appointment. As they talked with my wife, I couldn’t help fantasizing, again, about the two women hooking up. And then I had a brilliant idea: What if Amelia and Steve got together? He was a donor, and she needed more potent sperm in order to get pregnant. It seemed like the perfect plan. Apparently great minds think alike, because a split second after I thought it up, Tasha went ahead and proposed the very same plan.
Twenty minutes later, when the doctor was done with me, I found my wife talking to the woman—who was now joined by her own husband. Tasha’s husband Steve was a sperm donor, and she had come along so that they could go out after his appointment. As they talked with my wife, I couldn’t help fantasizing, again, about the two women hooking up. And then I had a brilliant idea: What if Amelia and Steve got together? He was a donor, and she needed more potent sperm in order to get pregnant. It seemed like the perfect plan. Apparently great minds think alike, because a split second after I thought it up, Tasha went ahead and proposed the very same plan.