***** Note: If you haven't read the original "Super Swimmers" story on my profile, I'd strongly suggest you read that first. This story serves as a "Chapter 2" for it. *****
It's now been about 3 years since I anonymously fathered a child with my boss Naomi. She barely even acknowledges me anymore. It really is like she is out of my league - much like she was at high school - but not just towards me. Naomi is the same towards any guy who thinks he might stand half a chance at getting her into bed. It just doesn't happen. I still don't know how I managed it myself.
This stunningly hot business-minded woman had discreetly arranged a meeting with me a few years back when I found myself without a job, and I needed a new one fast.
The good old grapevine had worked in my favour. Naomi had a position available for me with an impressively high wage, but her offer "came" with a catch...
You see, Naomi had become aware that I have an abnormally high sperm count. She had overheard a bragging session with my mates one day.
After an impressively solid career of climbing the corporate ladder as a single woman in her mid-30s, with no time for a family, Naomi had wanted a child she could raise on her own - but without the "test tube shit" to conceive, as she had called it.
So, I did what I had to do for her... and for me. And I loved every minute of it! I still have the memories to keep for the 'spank bank' whenever I'm alone. But of course I have to keep my mouth shut at work so that no one else knows our secret. Just for you though, you can go back and read the original story for every intimate detail!
Since her return to work from maternity leave, Naomi is now some kind of super mum. Somehow managing to juggle the full-time corporate life of meetings and presentations in the office, with the more delicate side of raising our... her... young daughter. She's mine - well, biologically, but I had hurriedly signed the contract that Naomi put in front of me before we did the deed. I'm not responsible for anything financially or emotionally. And I'm still ok with that for now. I haven't felt ready for kids. I've been introduced as "Uncle Adrian" a couple of times, and maybe one day I might get the chance to be more active in their lives.
For now though, Naomi has returned as the cool, calm and sexy boss who never lets anything slip to her staff about her personal life. Some of the guys in the office still occasionally whisper theories about who they think Naomi's baby-daddy is. If only they knew the truth...
"Adrian... a moment please..." Naomi had appeared in the doorway of the staff kitchen room and interrupted my daydreaming. With a slight nod of her head, she was motioning for me to follow her down the corridor into her office. Immediately I wondered what I had done wrong and why I was in trouble. Lunch break had finished 5 minutes ago, the staff room had suddenly emptied, and I probably should have returned to work like everyone else by now.
Naomi walked ahead of me on the way to her office and, as usual, made no conversation. I could smell her sweet strong perfume as I stared ahead at her black hair, pulled back tightly into a bun; her equally as dark business suit, with a skirt finishing at her knees. Her perfectly trim figure and well-rounded ass...
I found myself remembering back to that first night of our baby-making; walking into Naomi's steamy bathroom as she showered. Seeing her totally naked for the first time. Her back towards me, the water droplets running down to the silky pale contours of her butt, meeting in the middle at her crack as the water dripped to the floor... and the excited feeling of butterflies as I accepted her invitation to join her in the shower...
The clicking sound of Naomi's office door closing behind us snapped me back into the present moment, and Naomi told me to sit down across from her at the desk.
"I've got another business proposal for you to consider", Naomi said to me confidently with a slight smile. It was a smile I hadn't seen from her since that baby-making-job-recruitment proposal in this same office all those years ago.
"You... do?" I asked her with uncertainty in my voice. Was she asking me to father a sibling for Ruby? Sort of. But not how I would have imagined.
"I hope you don't mind me saying this to people..." Naomi started, with less confidence and more guilt this time. "I recently told a friend about your... umm... swimmers", she said. "This friend of mine and her hubby can't conceive a second child. They've been trying for years..." Naomi's blue eyes stared into mine intensely as she tried to keep her manager facade in place.
"I'm wondering if you'd like to help them out. The same way you helped me..."
Instantly my mind went into overdrive. It was now becoming even more obvious that I really wouldn't get the chance to sleep with Naomi again if she is suggesting I have sex with someone else.
"I, well, I mean, I guess I'd need to think about it... and to find out a bit more about who it is", I stumbled through my words to get out a reply.
"Here. It's my friend Chrissy", Naomi said to me as she passed me her phone with a family picture she'd found on Facebook. "Chrissy, with her hubby and their son Jack, but they can't complete their family without a donor..."
I grabbed Naomi's phone and had a closer look. "Hang on! Isn't that Christine Wellings from the news?!?" I asked, shocked that I recognised this 'friend' of Naomi's from TV.
Naomi's facial expression suddenly turned serious like I'd said something I shouldn't.
"This conversation needs to stay strictly confidential, Adrian", Naomi spoke sternly and lowered her voice. "When you're in the public spotlight like Chrissy is, there's a lot of scrutiny from everyone. Part of the reason I suggested you as a donor is because you look a bit like her husband Jarrod. The baby would still have a likeness to the family."
I had another look at the picture. Jarrod was a bit more muscular than me, but we're both light haired and with blue eyes.
I then looked closer at Christine. It seemed strange to see her away from the TV news desk and in a happy family photo. I'd always found her pretty attractive. Shoulder length dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a real trademark smile with perfect white teeth.
"Christine Wellings would be in her 40s or something, wouldn't she?" I asked Naomi.
"Yeah, that's right", Naomi responded. "The clock is ticking for her. She won't want to be too much older and trying to have another baby. So they want to get on with it as soon as possible. The infertility issues are with Jarrod and it seems to have happened since Jack was born about 10 years ago."
I had vaguely remembered the hosts on TV making a big deal about Christine's pregnant belly just before she went off to have her first baby. I hadn't seen much of her body on screen most of the time because she's usually seated behind the news desk.
Unsurprisingly, Christine had a great figure. Definitely fuckable. Imagine getting to have sex with someone famous from TV, I thought to myself. Jarrod's done well. But I couldn't help feeling sympathy for the guy if he can no longer knock up his wife. So many thoughts were running around in my head. So many questions.
"So what do you think?" Naomi asked me, once again bringing me back into reality. "I...errr... maybe?" My reply made it sound like I was hesitant. I was simply shocked. "Why don't you meet with them and get to know Chrissy and Jarrod. It'll help you make your mind up. They're a lovely family." Naomi had just written down Christine's phone number on a piece of paper for me and was sliding it in my direction across her desk. She briefly pulled back on me taking it from her; long enough to give me another stern warning. "This number is for you, and only you. Christine's privacy is very important to her, but she's expecting your call."
