“Well i’m afraid with the low sperm count and the motility issues with your sperm, I would put you and your wife’s chances as very low. I can’t medically say that it is an impossibility, but frankly, I would put the odds near 0.”
It’s been nearly 7 months since my wife, Marissa, and I began actively trying to conceive. She was settled into her job at the local K-8 private school as the replacement Kindergarten teacher. That was about a year and a half ago. Since then, I’ve noticed a cheeriness about her that hadn’t been there before. There’s plenty of folks out there that would see what she passionately does for a living as a hellish nightmare. Sometimes, my work filing customer records and payments as an insurance broker feels like a breeze compared to managing that many children all day. Marissa, though, was born for the role. All the other teachers loved her, and the kids did too. Most nights she comes home telling me the funny things one of the kids said that day or what arts and crafts project they did.
Which is no wonder, then, why us finally having one of our own came up. I know Marissa loves her work and wouldn’t give her job up for any other in the world. Any other job, of course, except being a mother. While she never said it, I’m sure watching and caring for other’s children is hard when you’re young, fertile, and built for making babies like she is. And she truly was made for babymaking. Her wide hips, large CC breasts, and beautiful features would yield healthy, strong, and beautiful children. Me on the other hand..
“Griffin? Did you hear what I said? I know this can come as a shock to you, but there are other available options for you both to consider. Why don’t you go home, talk with the wife, and both come in on Monday so that we can go over options. ”
Which brings us back to the news I had just received. After all those (very enjoyable) months of trying, the issue was mine. I had feared the worst. Especially after “submitting” my sperm sample into the plastic cup and having the moderately attractive nurse come in, examine the cup, and ask if I needed more time. Now I knew that there not only wasn’t a lot of it, but my few swimmers were lame ducks.
That night, after a few beers to meditate on the news and break it to the wife…
“So what did Dr. Kagney say were our options?”
“I’m not sure. He wants you and I to both go in to meet with him on Monday and evaluate them.”
Marissa was taking the news much better than I had thought, yet I could sense an inner sadness and disappointment to not be able to get what she wanted.
The rest of the week went on, semi-normally, and I made sure to make that appointment for Monday. She wasn’t visibly upset or angry, but she was certainly more quiet than usual for the rest of the week.
Monday morning in Dr. Kagney’s office, after a long wait in the reception area
“Fortunately for you both, there are plenty of viable options out there that have made many couples such as yourselves very happy.”
Marissa, visibly doubtful, asked “Options? Like some sort of treatment to make Griffin’s little, um, swimmer guys, work better?”
Dr. Kagney met her pleading eyes and replied “Unfortunately, no. There are certain home treatments that he can do to just try and increase the odds he does have but there is no such readily available medical fix for this.”
Marissa looked as though she was going to cry as the doctor continued “..a couple of the most chosen options include adoption, and of course sperm donation.”
Marissa stiffened for some reason when she heard his last two words. “Sperm…donation?”
“Ah, yes. We have a couple fantastic sister clinics that provide disease free, healthy, viable sperm for couples such as yourself. You would have a procedure wherein medical staff would take that donated sperm and insert it into your uterus. ”
For some strange reason, hearing the doctor describe the procedure did something strange to me. Sitting right there in the doctor’s office, I could feel my cock stiffen up into the fabric of my pants. I embarrassingly changed the topic while trying to hide it. Marissa was mostly silent the rest of our visit with Dr. Kagney. I thanked him and took some pamphlets and referrals as we left. The entire trip home no words were spoken between Marissa and I.
And that’s pretty much where we left the discussion, neither one of us really wanting to bring it up. I was conflicted, I felt awful that I could not provide my end of the marital deal but I also wasn’t thrilled with the idea of another man’s sperm inside my wife. And yet, I think we both ruled out adoption completely.
The only conversation about the subject between Marissa and I was in researching home treatments and things that we could do to boost my “little swimmer guys”. She seemed to be holding out the little hope left for that route and was adamant I did everything I could. I started taking various vitamin supplements, I changed from briefs to boxers, and Marissa made me meals that were supposed to help as well.
I went along with all of it, mostly for her own benefit. The difference between a .01% chance and a .02% chance of success was almost insignificant. So I just let the topic go. Until one night, I was lounging on the couch watching the game and catching up on work emails on my laptop.
Marissa came home from grocery shopping and yelled at me, “Griffin! Get that laptop off your lap! I was reading an article today Brandon showed me about how the radiation from laptops can mess with your sperm count and..”
I cut her off right there. “Brandon..? You told Brandon about this? Why would you share our problem conceiving with him??”
“First of all, it’s not MY problem conceiving, it’s yours. And he saw it when he was in my classroom earlier trying to get some advice on one of his students.”
I’m sure he was. When Marissa and I went to the first teacher’s meeting (usually just a couple teachers and their spouses eating catered dinner, sitting in tiny desks, and having drinks on the school’s dime) in the summer before she started at the school, I had noticed one male teacher in particular eyeing her up. I was used to men checking her out when we went places and had gotten used to it. Brandon, however, seemed to always be in Marissa’s classroom when I visited her. I’m sure he was just waiting to get a chance to bend her over a desk and sample my wife.
I’ll admit, I am not a smart man. I should have left the argument there but my words got away from me and Marissa stormed out, got in her car, and drove off. I fell asleep on the couch and didn’t hear her come in until almost midnight. She just went straight upstairs and went to sleep and so I went ahead and did the same on the couch.
When I woke up for work, Marrissa was already gone. Reluctantly, I shrugged off to work and tried to focus all day on the stack of paperwork I had to get through. Last night’s events still weighed too heavily on my mind though so I decided to check out early for the day and go make up with my wife. Marissa always loved when I surprised her at work and joined her in the kids’ activities. I was hoping that would at least partially help her forgive me for the previous night.
20 minutes of traffic and several turns later I reached the school to see children all over being picked up by parents and herded by crossing guards. Which was strange, Marissa hadn’t told me about this half day, I didn’t think she had one for another 2 weeks.
I made my way through the congestion and parked next to my wife. She must be really upset at me to still be hanging around on a half day rather than heading home. Or…My cock stiffened as I had a dark thought but I shook it off and headed to her classroom. Her wing was nearly abandoned, and I wondered where she could be. Approaching her classroom, I noticed another oddity, the shades were drawn. Getting closer to try and peer in through the side, I heard the sound that changed my life forever. A woman’s muffled yell. But not just any woman. I had been married to Marissa long enough to pick out that sound through a sea of women. My heart was pounding now. Right on cue, my cock stiffened and I made the snap decision to turn the door handle. Fuck.
I had only cracked the door open a tad, but I could already see the scene taking place in “Miss H’s” classroom. My wife was bent over her desk, facing the tiny student desks as a sweaty man was plowing into her from behind her. I had tried to get her to have spontaneous, hot sex in her classroom countless times with no avail. Yet here she was, head resting on a stack of coloring paper as a man who I can only guess to be Brandon was ramming his cock into her from behind. I was frozen, not wanting it to continue yet unable to muster a word or venture another step inside.
“Oh god Brandon yes! YES! Keep doing that.”
“I knew you would want this dick the second I first saw you. Isn’t that right? Tell me you want this dick.”
“This is so wrong!! We shouldn’t be doing this Brandon.” My wife kept moaning loudly at each thrust.
“Tell me you’ve been thinking about this cock. Tell me how much you love it Marissa.” Brandon looked up and caught my eyes and flashed the biggest grin I had seen in my life. “In fact, you’ve needed this cock haven’t you sweetheart? Ol’ hubby Griffin doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?”
“I-I…no! He doesn’tttt. Please just don’t stop!”
“Let me show you another thing Griffin can’t do.” I could see my wife’s eyes roll to the back of her head as Brandon started grunting and I could tell I was witnessing the impregnation of my own wife.
I couldn’t handle anymore. I slipped out and slowly closed the door, hoping my wife hadn’t seen me. As I was walking down the hallway of her classroom, I could have sworn I heard Marissa scream “MAKE ME A MOMMY!”. I got in my car and rushed home in a fog. As soon as i got in I closed the front door, dropped my pants, and let my hand do what it needed. It only took a minute or two of tugging at it before I erupted and shot my impotent seed on the carpet.
