Chapter 5: Agreement
This is a continuation of the previous chapter of the story "Natural Insemination." It is recommended the chapters be read in sequence to properly describe the scene and introduce the characters. None of the characters are real, and this is purely a work of fiction with no basis in actual medical fact. Constructive comments and suggestions welcomed.
It proved a lot easier than I ever expected. My husband agreed after a mere 5 weeks of going without.
It wasn't the first time I withheld sex from him, but certainly the longest. Many times over the last few weeks I wanted to give in. It felt unnatural to hold out for so long, almost cruel how I behaved towards him. I manipulated him with sex, which was something I didn't normally do, at least not on such a grand scale. I had done it before, of course, because every woman does it, but those were mild compared to what I put him through over the last 5 weeks. It was a good thing that the doctor gave me a hint of what I was missing. My experience with Richard opened my eyes. It gave me the strength to hold out. His cock reminded me of the grand prize.
My husband resisted, naturally, almost pleaded with me to come back early to bed or fool around early in the morning on weekends. At first, he was easy to refuse. I really was angry at him for skipping our appointment. I told him he had embarrassed me, even humiliated me in front of the doctor, which was all true. And then it was my time of the month, which effectively gave me a few extra days.
The last two weeks were the most difficult. I had to fight my natural instincts. I had to pretend I wasn't interested in having sex anymore. The worst part was that I really needed it, even if it was only my husband. Richard had made me horny as hell. It was as if his cock had injected me with some kind of drug. On some nights I was willing to fuck almost anything.
"What's the point?" I feigned disinterest instead. "When we know it won't work?"
Every time I rejected him, again and again, even when I could make out the upright bulge in his pajamas. It made me feel cheap, all the trickery and the lies. It was cruel, almost a mean thing for me to do. It felt like I was taking advantage of him, which I guess I was. It also went against everything I was raised to believe. A wife was supposed to keep her husband happy, or so my mother taught me when I was young. Plus, I have to admit, making him happy genuinely made me feel happy too, but lately I looked upon my husband more as the enemy.
The last two weeks were the hardest for him too, especially the first evening I walked into the living room wearing the little black teddy, a negligee from a few years before. I didn't buy it. I didn't have to. My husband had actually purchased it himself, brought it back with him from some kind of business trip. He and a couple co-workers supposedly drove to some vendor who sold x-ray machines for inspecting industrial welds. I never really did understand any of the details, but I suspect they also went to an x-rated lingerie party along the way. He never admitted it, but I always suspected it, so I didn't wear the negligee much after that.
"Oh, this old thing," I now had an opportunity to turn the tables and use the teddy against him. "I just figured I might as well get some use out of it," I pretended to be unconcerned when I sat down on the sofa across from him.
He immediately came over and sat up close, put his arm around me, and acted all lovey-dovey to me. He even offered to change the channel away from the football game he was watching. A rare occurrence; perhaps the first time ever! I could tell he was horny. He was even hornier than me.
"No, that's all right," I first rejected his offer to change the channel and then further rejected his offer to come back early to bed. "I'd like to finish this chapter," I went right on reading my book instead.
I never did finish the chapter. I read the words, but that doesn't mean I finished it. They were just letters haphazardly arranged into sentences on a page. I couldn't keep my concentration. The story didn't make any sense. All I could think about was getting fucked. Even better, I wanted Richard to fuck me.
But as bad as I felt, I know he felt a lot worse. He was desperate, horny too, which I could tell by the way he kept glancing over to me and the negligee. I have to admit, my husband knows how to pick out sexy lingerie. The little black thing left little to the imagination. If worn in public, I would have been arrested for indecent exposure. Around the house, I worried about someone looking in through the window or come knocking at the front door. I'm sure my husband could make out the protrusion of my hard nipples. He maybe could even see their outline through the sheer fabric.
For the last week, I continued to wear the negligee every-other night to bed. The poor guy could hardly stand it. One time he even went to take a shower before coming to bed. A cold shower, I have no doubt. I could have used the equivalent of a cold shower myself. The negligee did little to relieve my own excitement.
In the end, I naturally rewarded him after he finally agreed to the treatment. Not right away, but the next night. I didn't want him to think I was trying to manipulate him, so I waited almost 24 hours more, the next night, and only after phoning Dr. Palin with the exciting news. The wait proved excruciating, especially after her receptionist, Jason, answered the phone. I nearly had an orgasm at the sound of his voice. I wondered if I might even get to experience him too, or maybe the doctor might choose him instead of Richard. The potential sex only served to heighten my arousal even more.
It wasn't much of a fuck. I mean my husband, of course, after I finally gave in. It was even quicker than usual. I'm sure part of the problem came from the fact I withheld it from him for so long. He was hot and horny, a lot more so than usual, desperate to get me naked and then stick his short length inside. It took only a few thrusts, and he was done. He left me feeling as if I had hardly participated.
A bigger part of the problem came from Richard and what he had done to me. Experiencing a man of such giant proportions made me appreciate how truly pathetic my own husband really was. I longed for a double orgasm, and then the sight of all that spurting cum as well. Plus, I couldn't help but wonder if part of it could have been a physical change in me. Specifically, I wondered if Richard's large size might have changed me down there, opened me up, stretched me down there so that sex with any normal-sized male would never feel as intense. Perhaps sex with my husband would never be the same again.
Whatever the reason and however I felt, my husband eventually gave his agreement. I quick made an appointment with Dr. Palin for later in the week. I would have made it sooner, like first thing the next morning, but I needed my husband to come along. I just hope he won't again change his mind at the last moment.
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I almost let out a gasp when I see Richard sitting once again behind the reception counter. Memories immediately return of our previous encounter, of how he felt inside me, and then what I did to him in the end too. It makes me feel like such a whore, but a satisfied whore, and then a dirty little thought enters my mind. Well, not so little, I guess, for I imagine him sitting behind the desk without wearing any pants or shorts. I imagine him bottomless, fully exposed down there, greeting patients in a half-naked condition.
"Why don't you go have a seat," I quick regain my composure and step in front of my husband. "I'll check us in, and it looks like they're watching some game."
Two other men already sit in the reception area. It looks a lot like last time, except for some baseball game playing on a flat panel TV hanging on the wall. My husband immediately takes notice of the game. He willingly agrees with my idea.
I, meanwhile, can't help but wonder about the wives of the two men watching the game. Are they married? Did they bring wives along? Most important, I wonder what the wives might be experiencing only a short distance away.
"Hello there, Katie," Richard brings me out of my daydream.
"Hi," I weekly answer in return.
I smile at him, and he smiles back. His smile greatly calms me. It deadens the initial surprise; slows down my racing heart. It is as if the two of us share a great secret, a secret even my husband doesn't know. I suddenly feel close to him, like a close friend.
Stepping up to the counter, I lean over much the same way I did so many weeks ago. I do it without thinking. I suppose I also do it because I want to somehow give him a reward for how good he made me feel that day. Today I wear a summer dress. It comes down low in front, too low to be appropriate to wear to work. I put it on at home and after leaving work early to make it to the doctor's appointment on time. Leaning over the counter, I show him cleavage. I give him a reminder of what he saw so many weeks ago.
