My wife looked at me, eyes lidded with lust. “I know we agreed you’d see her three times a day. But I thought, maybe… I could get you ready for her.”

There was no denying the fact that my next door neighbour, Marisa, was hot. It was an objective truth, since she was a beauty queen. Unfortunately for her, she married a man that was sterile.

It worked out in my favour, though, when she and her husband came over to my house to beg my wife and I to help them out. For me to plant my seed in her fertile womb.

And when someone has a rack like Marisa, there’s way I could refuse. But what surprised me most was just how into it my wife was, and I could never resist her, even when she tells me she’s not using protection.