You had both been trying for a baby now for what felt like forever, it had passed a typical time for a conception to take. Several different doctors advised all kinds of techniques to improve the odds but for some reason nothing seemed to work. It was time for something a little different.
You had heard about her through a friend, supposedly the best in the business. A fertility expert and couples therapist, you wondered how a person would go about getting qualifications in such things. Either way you were desperate and ready to try just about anything if it meant getting the baby you so longed for. A quick call to her office and you knew you were in the right place, the girl that answered sounded more like a phone sex operator than a secretary and as you made the appointment you shifted on your bottom, a familiar warmth rising as you finished up the booking.
It was like some kind of magic, as soon as you hung up the phone the tingling sensation in your sex faded and the fog that crept across your mind cleared. You chalked it up to ovulation but you weren't due for at least another two days. It would be a long wait before the appointment, luckily this month's window fell on the weekend and you had elected to keep the fertility expert's visit a secret from your partner. Hopefully the surprise element would lead to better results. Somehow that made sense in your mind, desperation clearly overriding your own intelligence. In any case as the end of the week neared you grew excited and eager for the appointment so that you could finally make some progress at becoming a mother.
You sit on the couch opposite your husband, glancing between him and the door. You knew at any minute there would be a knock and your evening would go from casually watching TV to something altogether different. You had dressed secretly for the occasion, burying your best lingerie under layers and jeans. It hadn't even occurred to him that you might be ovulating and that he would need to make his monthly efforts to try and get you pregnant. At this point you thought to yourself that even though you were the usual level of aroused that occurred at this point of your cycle it wasn't quite as potent as the other day. You remembered the woman's voice on the opposite end of the phone and the immediate effect it had on your nethers. You shifted on your bottom again and the warmth grew that little bit, your sex beginning to tingle with anticipation.
The knock came out of nowhere, a car hadn't pulled up and not a single footstep could be heard before suddenly there was someone at your door. You snapped away from the haze of your mind and almost leapt up from the couch. Your husband was confused but barely moved from the trance that the TV had him in. As you approached your front door you became nervous, what would he think? Would this work? What was about to happen? These questions raced through your mind in an instant as you take the last step towards the door. Reaching for the handle there was no turning back, this was it, you were going to get pregnant tonight.
The moment you open the door a waft of outside air poured into the room, it was warm and musky, slightly intoxicating. Your eyes travel up to meet those of the therapists and what stared back was unlike anything you had ever seen before. Standing at your front door was what appeared to be the human embodiment of a fertility statue, dark ebony skin shimmering in the evening sun, flowing black hair, curly and free, and endless curves, the kind every woman dreams of having.
As she stepped forward with a smile she brushes past you into your home, the lush fabric of her red dress struggling to contain her voluptuous form. Your brain fogs once again, cohesive thought becoming a challenge as the heady scent of sex follows her into the room permeating the very air you and your husband breathe. Her breasts entered the room almost a few full seconds before she did, her hips swaying provocatively with each step but not unnaturally. Her heels clicked on the hardwood flooring and her very being commanded the room without a word.
All you could do was watch as you close the door and your husband looks up from the TV to take in the sight of the buxom dark skinned woman that approached him. His jaw dropping immediately, glancing quickly to you before turning off the show he was so engrossed in without objection. You both had questions but right now you were so drawn to the moment that you join your partner on the couch and wait eagerly for whatever might happen next. Until now you hadn't noticed but as you sit down a growing dampness occupied your panties, the sexy negligee beginning to soak with excitement. You wondered if the thick air and heady aroma was having a similar effect on your man as you huddled up against him and stared back at the beautiful therapist.
She spoke first, a silky soft voice fluttering across the room to address you both from the arm chair she now occupied.
"I'm sure you will both have questions about things and I assure you answers will come. For now all I must know is that you are open to anything that will fulfill your desire of bringing a child into this world." She said seductively.
Straight to the point, you wondered if maybe she had another appointment shortly after. You could only bring yourself to nod, words were too much of a challenge as the idea of wild uninhibited sex crept through your mind, overtaking the need for anything else in this moment. Glancing to your husband you notice the firm bulge forming in his crotch, his eyes fixed on the valley of cleavage this ebony goddess displayed.
"Tonight, if you choose it, your bodies will be forever altered. With my techniques you will both be made into the most fertile versions of yourselves possible and I shall help you to conceive a child. I need your trust and complete obedience." She continued with confidence and charm.