By the third year of my marriage to Donna it wasn't looking like we were ever going to get pregnant.
It sure as hell wasn't from lack of effort, she did the charts, took her temperature, we both read everything we could think of.
Then we would fuck like Minks, sometimes two or three times in an evening. I loved it when she got to the point where all she could do was strain and let out that tiny little yelping noise, sweat pouring off of us so much we had to change the sheets.
I even saved up for a week or so, getting to the point where I damn near couldn't keep my hands out of my pockets. Then the evening meal would get bypassed on the EXACT DAY that she was ready to conceive.
Nothing worked.
Finally we went and had tests done, I expected them to find some kind of female problem with Donna, maybe something they could fix.
Imagine my surprise when the doctor sat us down in his office and explained that I would very likely never father children.
Oh, he had a big long winded name for it, but it boiled down to a case of the Mumps I had as a kid that damn near killed me, I was maybe 12 or so and had ended up in the hospital for over a month.
Long since forgotten, now it came back to haunt.
Donna and I had no shortage of money, my business did very well. So we discussed adoption, we discussed artificial methods we had heard of. Donna was perfectly normal so we had no concerns there about her ending up dropping 6 kids at once like we read about in the news.
I even suggested that we select a partner for her to do the job. Donna gave me an odd look at that idea, but I could see from the expression on her face that it interested her.
Finally after several weeks of talking about it, we decided to try artificial because that would avoid any involvement. It wasn't that I was crazy jealous or anything, I wasn't. But there would be the chance whoever did father a child with her would find out. That could cause problems of course.
Plus how were we supposed to set up what would be a one or two night stand with a stranger? We could of course, but how would we know about important things like family medical history, on and on?
Damn complicated situation, we could see.
So off we went to a clinic that was suggested by our doctor. They had a sperm bank, there were charts and DNA tests and we could pick from physical characteristics.
Much better, I thought.
We even sat and chatted with the physician that would do the "procedure" as he kept calling it. Dr. Burns was a nice looking guy about 45 or so, and seemed very calm and professional.
I went the first time, sat bored out in the waiting room for what seemed like 2 hours, finally Donna came out.
She was quiet on the way home, I managed to pry some of it out of her finally. I had this vision of a test tube, some kind of squirter and that would be it. But she told me that Dr. Burns wanted it to be a natural as possible.
They had her lay back on a table, pulled a screen down to her waist, so she couldn't see what he actually did. First he placed some kind of mild vibrator on her to cause her to "open up and relax", he had said.
Then he told her it would feel a lot like intercourse and to just relax and let it happen. It was supposed to increase the odds of success.
I didn't think much more of it, but I did tease the hell out her that it was only fair that I went somewhere and got a hand job. All that got me was a whop on the arm.
