My wife and I are very good friends with a lesbian couple who decided they wanted me to be their sperm donor. I was honored, and my wife was happy too. When I say we are close friends, I mean close. We’ve been to sexy parties and clubs with them, have all seen each other play around. We’re going to raise our children together and their little one will eventually know I’m his or her father.
So anyways, for the last 6 months, I would go to their apartment every day during the fertility window, jack off in their guest room, then leave while they did the turkey baster method (with a proper syringe, not a turkey baster). Then, just recently they asked us to dinner at our favorite pub, and we were sure they were gonna tell us they were pregnant and thank us for being such awesome friends.
Instead, they informed us they were not in fact pregnant, and had a superstitious inkling that the turkey baster method wasn’t working because it “wasn’t romantic.” They wanted me to fuck Betsy. Only if we were game, of course, and if that didn’t work after 3 months of trying, they would see a fertility specialist.