A website

I sit up, running my hand through my hair as I try to process everything. My mind spins with possibilities, each more arousing than the last. The thought of filling woman after woman, of watching their bellies swell with my seed while my wife looks on approvingly—it intoxicates me.

"So you've actually been researching this?" I ask, my voice still husky from our lovemaking.

She nods, her eyes bright with excitement. "For months now. There's this one site—it's specifically for breeding arrangements. Women post profiles explaining why they want to carry someone's child, what they're looking for in a donor." She hesitates, biting her lower lip. "I've already created an account for us."

My eyebrows shoot up. "You have?"

"Just to browse," she says quickly. "I wanted to see what was out there before I brought it up to you." She reaches for her phone on the coffee table, unlocking it with a quick swipe. "Let me show you."

She shifts closer, the warmth of her bare thigh pressing against mine as she scrolls through her phone. The scent of her—our mingled arousal and sweat—fills my nostrils, making my cock stir again despite our recent exertion.

"Here," she says, turning the screen toward me. "This is the main page."

I take the phone, scanning the website layout. It looks professional, not the seedy hookup site I expected. The banner reads "Seed Seekers" in elegant script, with a tagline underneath: "Connecting those who wish to create life."

"There are hundreds of women on here," she continues, her voice taking on an almost academic tone that contrasts sharply with the flush still visible on her chest.