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depending on our mood. We'd been trying to get pregnant for almost four
months and the problem wasn't with Evelyn, it was my low sperm count. She
was taking fertility pills anyway though, and I'd been abstaining from sex
for a month, not even jerking off in the shower, in the hopes of increasing
our chances by volume if nothing else. That was incredibly frustrating just
because Eve was so incredibly sexy. Sleeping next to her every night for
almost four weeks and being able to do little more than kiss her and give
her oral pleasure while I fell asleep afterwards with a painful hard-on,
was well...Painful.

We weren't going to get much sleep this night, we both knew that, and we
were looking forward to it. I was going to make love to my wife and fill
her with as much sperm as I could, three or four times at least, probably
more. I really wanted this to work because waiting another month before
trying again was going to be torture.

About the time we were just finishing our dinner, the doorbell rang. When I
answered it, I was more than a little surprised to find a lovely young
woman standing on our doorstep. She was tall, with brownish red hair and
pretty brown eyes, and dressed casually, but nice with a dark skirt and
yellow blouse that did nothing to hide her wonderful figure. That was the
problem with going a month without ejaculating, my dick got hard everytime
I saw a girl even remotely attractive and this girl was gorgeous. I stood
there blinking at her silently, unable to keep my eyes from moving up and
down her body. I was only barely aware that she was giving me a look too.

"Hi." she laughed lightly and lifted her eyebrows as my instant arousal was
obvious and I blushed furiously, coming out of my surprised trance.

"Hi." I said dumbly. "Uh..."

"I'm Stacy." she licked her red pouting lips. "I'm here about the
apartment?"

"What? Oh, sure, yeah." I swallowed hard. "That's, uh, my wife is doing
that, er, I mean it's her...thing. Yeah."