I Wanna Get Pregnant By Any Method

Sara and I had been together for two years when we decided to take a big leap and migrate. First, we got married, and then I landed a great job opportunity that paved the way for our move to Europe. In the beginning, everything was amazing--everything was new, exciting, and our life was good. Of course, both of us being hot and into each other, we'd have sex anywhere we could. We were both into fantasies, always talking about them, sharing our wildest ideas, and doing our best to make them happen--like sex in the open air, getting it on at a party, or being so loud we'd leave no dignity for ourselves. Knowing we were turning others on made us even hornier; it fueled our passion, making our sex hotter every time. I always loved the idea of someone watching us, maybe even catching us in the act, but Sara wasn't so keen on that. She wanted to keep our private space sacred, saying she could only climax with me. Still, we'd talk about it, tossing our fantasies around like a game.

Sara, with her blue eyes and chestnut hair, didn't look anything like an Asian--she stood out in a way that grabbed attention. To me, the sexiest parts of her were her wide hips, flat stomach, and those standout breasts perched above that smooth midriff. They made her look insanely hot in my eyes. She'd always been crazy about kids--90% of the posts she sent me on Instagram were baby-related--but we'd agreed to hold off for now. We wanted to enjoy life, not get tied down by parenthood just yet, and dive into everything we craved, especially our fantasies. With a kid, some things might've been impossible or way trickier, considering how wild and adventurous we were in bed.

One night, while we were going at it in doggy style, I took her over to the full-length mirror in our room. I was spanking her hard, watching her cheeks jiggle with every smack. Her wide hips looked even broader in that position, and we both loved it--she'd push back into me, and I'd thrust with everything I had. Her moans filled the house, loud enough to wake the neighbors. Suddenly, I pulled out and started slapping her ass with my cock, teasing her.

She begged me to put it back in, her voice dripping with need, "Please, put it back in!"

But I kept tormenting her, wanting her to crave it more. As she pleaded, I slid my ring and middle fingers into her soaked pussy, playing with her a bit. I couldn't hold back any longer myself--I shoved my cock back in and went at it harder than ever. Her ass shook with every thrust, and her tight hole kept winking at me as she slammed herself back against me. Out of nowhere, seeing that little opening flash, I got the urge to slip my wet middle finger into her ass. I didn't know how she'd react, but I did it anyway. To my shock, before I'd even thrust three times, she came so hard her whole body started trembling like she was having a seizure. She froze in place, shaking and moaning, and I followed right after, my cum shooting out so hard I think it hit the back of her head.

Afterward, we collapsed into each other's arms, like always. I thanked her, "That was incredible sex, thank you."

She smiled and said, "I loved it too."

Then she asked, "What got into you to finger me like that all of a sudden?"

I grinned and said, "I don't know--your hole was winking at me, my finger was slick, and I just went for it. Did you like it?"

She nodded, her eyes lighting up. "It was so intense, something I'd never felt before. It really turned me on."

I chuckled. "I could tell--you came so fast it was obvious you were into it."

We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. The next day, I couldn't stop thinking about it--was it the ass play that got her so worked up, or the fact that both holes were hit at once? What if she had a threesome fantasy she hadn't told me about?

After that night, especially during foreplay, I started messing with her ass more, and I could see she was enjoying it. We hadn't gone all the way with anal yet, though. I suggested it one time, and she said, "I wouldn't mind trying it--I've heard it can hurt a lot and shouldn't be a regular thing, but keep playing with it during sex. It'll get me used to it, and then we can go for full-on anal."

From then on, especially in doggy, she'd wait for me to finger her. I started with my thumb, then two fingers, and finally one night, she looked at me and said, "I want you to take my ass tonight."

I was thrilled--loving variety as much as I did--and said, "Let's do it like usual, with fingers first, then I'll ease my cock in slow."

We started with kissing and heavy petting. While we made out, I fingered her ass, squeezing her soft, plump cheeks and spanking them. We went through a few positions--she took my cock and rode me first, bouncing up and down, her hands on my chest, controlling the pace.

She loved that position, saying, "I like being in charge like this."

She'd grab my hands and put them on her breasts, wanting me to rub them, but I kept sliding back to spank her, heating her up even more. Then we switched to doggy--I fucked her pussy while prepping her ass with my fingers. By now, we were up to three fingers, and she was wide open and ready.

I pulled out and said, "You good?"

She moaned a soft, "Yeah," and I gently pressed my cock against her hole. I gathered her hair in my fist from behind and eased in, slow and steady. Contrary to what I'd heard, it went smooth--Sara liked a bit of pain with her pleasure, and maybe that's why she urged me on despite the sting. Soon, I was all the way in.

I said, "It's all in your ass. How's it feel?"

She gasped, "Amazing. I feel so full."

She clenched around me, wanting to feel every inch. I started thrusting gently, but it didn't take long--she came again, trembling like always, and even though I hadn't gone hard, the heat and tightness pushed me over the edge. I held my cock deep inside and unloaded, feeling my cum flood her ass.

She loved it, moaning, "It's even better--I can feel it shooting inside me. Keep it in and hold me from behind."

We stayed like that and fell asleep.

---

Anal became part of our sex life after that, and we enjoyed it more than ever. But I kept wondering if it was the double stimulation she loved so much.

I suggested, "How about we get a dildo?"

She agreed, "Yeah, let's do it."

We bought a slim one and a butt plug--she picked a thin dildo, saying, "I don't want to stretch too much, just enjoy both holes at once."

During sex, I'd ask her, "You like having both holes filled at the same time?"

She'd moan, "Yesss, I love it when you fill my pussy and ass!"

I'd tease, "But I've only got one cock."

She'd say, "We've got help now. Put the dildo in my ass when you're fucking me, then switch--pull it out when you thrust in, and push it back when you pull out. I want my holes rocking back and forth."

I did exactly what she wanted, and we'd both come harder than ever.

A year had passed since we'd migrated, and we'd tried everything--travel, adventures, and keeping our sex life wild and fresh.

Then Sara said, "If we're thinking about kids, we shouldn't wait too long. Our energy and patience might fade as we get older."

I saw her point, so I replied, "You're right--let's start trying for a baby."

She said, "I'll see a specialist to get the process under control from the start."

I agreed, "Good idea."

The next day, when I got home from work, I asked, "So, did you go?"

She said, "Yeah. My doctor referred me to an OB-GYN and said to proceed under her guidance."

I replied, "Great."

She sighed, "Not really. The specialist she sent me to is a guy, and I'm not comfortable with that at all."

I'd always gotten off on the idea of showing off in front of others, and for some reason, a mischievous spark hit me. I said, "He's a doctor. Hasn't a male doctor ever given you a shot before?"

She said, "Sure, but this is different."

I grinned, "How? That one saw your ass, this one'll see your pussy."

She smacked her forehead. "Goddamn you and your logic--if I was even half okay with it, that mental image just ruined it."

I suggested, "Just ask them to switch."

She shook her head. "I tried, but they acted like I was being ridiculous--like, 'This isn't your country, don't be so dumb.'"

I asked, "So you agreed? And you're just telling me now?"

She admitted, "Honestly, yeah. I got put in a spot where I felt stupid saying no, so I said it's fine."

I said, "No big deal. He's a doctor--sees a hundred like you every day. He's not gonna care."

She asked, surprised, "You're really okay with this?"

I said, "No, it's fine. He's not lusting after you, just doing his job. If he was, I'd have a problem."

She said, "Then you have to come with me. I can't face it alone."

I agreed, "Sure. When is it?"

She replied, "Day after tomorrow."

---

The night before Sara's doctor's appointment, we had an explosive round of sex that shook the house. Both of us were obsessed with mixing things up when it came to where we did it, always chasing new thrills.

While I was pounding her hard, I grinned and said, "Imagine the doc says we should make the baby right there in his office--what if I fucked you on his exam table?"

Sara's eyes lit up with arousal, her breath catching as she got even hotter. She moaned, "Ohhh, yeah, I'd love that--right there in the office--but he'd have to step out."

I teased, "No, he'd need to stay, make sure the process goes right."

She shot back, "Don't be lame--we know what we're doing--he doesn't need to see anything."

I said, "It's a fantasy--don't ruin it."

She relented, "Fine, let him watch then."

I pushed, grinning wider, "He'd have to see you suck me off first to get me ready."

She purred, "Mmm, I'd do it--I'd do anything for you."

I grabbed her head and shoved my cock deep into her throat, thrusting hard just like I'd described, and she took it like a champ.

I growled, pulling her hair as I fucked her mouth, "You want him to see how wild you are? Fine, show him--I'll throw myself off the bed, hang my head over the edge, and you can ram it all the way down my throat."

I groaned, "Fuck yeah, let him see what a sexy wife I've got."

She gasped between thrusts, "Yeah, let him see what a hot pussy I've got--what a filthy fuck you give me every night."

I said, smirking, "Bet he'd get hard watching this."

She moaned, "Let him--I'd only care about you--fill my pussy up, make me pregnant right there, let him watch your cum knock me up."

I added, upping the ante, "I'd tell him he can pull his dick out and jerk off to the show."

Sara laughed, breathless, "Yeah, let him whip it out--poor guy's cock would snap in his pants otherwise."

I said, "I'd fuck you doggy-style, and you could watch him stroking himself to us."

She cried, "Ohhh yes, fuck me hard--moan and scream so he cums fast, and you pump your load into me at the same time."

I said, "I'd call him over, let him get a close-up of all my cum spilling out of your pussy."

She gasped, "Let him see--it's my husband's cum--what's the big deal?"

I teased, "You shameless little thing--he'd see your pussy stuffed with my load?"

She shot back, "Yeah, you said it's fine--it's his job--let him take a good look!"

I chuckled, "He'd probably bust right there."

She purred, "He'd deserve it--it's one hell of a sexy scene."

I growled, "Damn right--because you're the sexiest thing alive."

---

The next day, I came home from work a bit early so we could head to the doctor's appointment together as planned. Sara was ready when I walked in, wearing a thin cotton top and a fairly short skirt.

I said, eyeing her up, "Look at you, all set."

She nodded, "Let's go--I'm stressed, so the sooner we get there, the better."

On the way, like always, I slid my hand along her thigh, creeping up toward her pussy.

She giggled, "Don't--you'll get me wet--we're going to the doctor!"

I smirked, "So what? It'll be nice."

She protested, "It's embarrassing--if he checks me and sees I'm soaked, he'll think it's for him."

I said, rubbing her over her panties, "I'll take the blame--I'll tell him I got you ready."

I slipped my hand inside--her pussy was already slick as hell--and laughed, "Goddamn, the doc's gonna have a field day seeing this juicy peach."

She whined, "Don't say that--I'll die of shame--I'm not going!"

I teased, "Come on, don't be a baby," keeping my hand in her panties all the way there.

The waiting room was chilly--Sara's thin top didn't help, and with her stress dropping her blood pressure, she was shivering. Her nipples poked through the fabric, and between her legs, she was dripping wet. We sat alone for a bit until the door opened--a pregnant woman with a huge belly waddled out with a guy.

Sara's face melted. "Oh my God, look at her--I want to be pregnant too!"

I smiled, "You will be, babe, just be patient."

The doctor popped out with a warm smile and waved us in. We stepped into his office.

I started explaining, "Dr. So-and-So referred us--we're here because we want to have a baby."

He congratulated us, "That's wonderful news," and asked, "Where are you from? Is this your first kid? Have you been trying already?"

I answered some questions, "We're from [place], first kid, yeah, we've been at it."

Sara took others, blushing slightly, "Uh, yes, we've been trying."

When he asked, "How's your sex life?"

I grinned, "Fantastic."

He followed up, "Do you both reach orgasm during sex?"

I said, "Yeah."

Sara, blushing, nodded, "Yes."

I couldn't resist flexing a bit, adding, "I don't stop till she's shaking."

She smacked my leg, mortified.

The doc caught on with a knowing smile, "That's excellent."

I chimed in, "Gotta tell the doc everything, right?"

He nodded, "Exactly--sometimes what seems minor to you is critical for me."

Then he gestured to the exam table, "May I examine you?"

Sara glanced at me, her whole body tense with nerves.

I stepped in, "My wife's not used to male doctors--her last one was a woman."

He handed her a gown, "No problem--please change into this."

He added, "I get it, first times can be awkward, but after a few visits, my patients and I usually become friends. I think it'll be the same with you."

Sara slipped behind a curtain, stripped down, put on the gown, and climbed onto the table. The doc helped her get her feet into the stirrups, positioning her pussy right in his view.

She grabbed my hand, whispering, "Stay with me."

I stood beside her, holding tight as the doc said, "Relax, Sara, this is just a simple check--I'll look at your cervix, check your discharge, and take a sample to ensure a safe pregnancy. If you're uneasy, I can put up a screen."

She said quickly, "Yes, that'd be better."

He set up two IV poles on either side of the table, draping a big sheet over them so her lower half was hidden from us. From the waist up, she was on our side; below that, she was his domain. It wasn't ideal for me--I wanted to see what he was doing--but I respected her comfort.

He flipped on a light behind him, casting his shadow onto the sheet. Sara couldn't see a thing, but I could make out his silhouette. He reached down to pull off her panties, and a weird thrill shot through me--I'd never been in this spot before.

Sara squeezed my hand hard as he slid them off, and I saw his shadow pause, noticing the wet spot. I remembered her worry and stifled a laugh.

Then his shadow moved--his fingers rubbed the slick patch, sniffing them. He asked, "Is your discharge always this heavy, soaking your underwear?"

Sara mumbled, "No, not always--there's another reason."

I burst out laughing.

He got it, smirking, "Glad to hear your sex life's so lively."

He rubbed his fingers together again, sniffed, and Sara, oblivious behind the screen, would've bolted if she'd seen.

I whispered to her, "What's he doing? How's it feel?"

She murmured, "I don't know--he hasn't done much yet."

I urged, "Tell me everything he does."

She said, "I'm too shy. What am I supposed to say? It's just an exam."

I pressed, "Then why'd you want me here? You could've come alone."

She relented, "Fine, I'll tell you."

I watched his shadow slip on gloves. She whispered, "He's rubbing something slick on my pussy--like gel."

His silhouette confirmed it--his hand moved in slow circles. Suddenly, her breath hitched.

I asked, "What's up?"

She said, voice low, "He's sliding his middle finger in--moving it back and forth, pressing against the walls."

Her words got me hard--I felt like I was the one doing it, picturing her swollen, dripping pussy under his touch. He stood, peeked over the screen with a smile, and rummaged in a drawer. A metallic clink rang out.

Sara gasped, "Oh God, he grabbed one of those wrench-looking things--he's gonna open me up. I hate that--it's terrifying!"

I called out, "Doc, if that's the speculum, please don't--she doesn't like it."

He replied, "No problem--I can use my hands instead. That okay?"

Sara nodded.

I confirmed for her, "Yeah, that's fine."

He sat back behind the screen, his shadow shifting.

I asked, "What's he doing now?"

She whispered, "He's opening me up--two fingers inside, sliding them in and out--now he's bringing the other hand, slipping two more in, stretching me slow to loosen it up."

Her breath caught again.

I pressed, "What happened?"

She said, "He added his middle finger."

I asked, "Does it hurt? Want me to stop him?"

She breathed, "No--it's always like this--I'm used to it. My last doc did the same. Oof--he's stretching me now, hands on both sides, pulling me apart."

The doc spoke up, "It's tough to assess like this, but it looks a bit inflamed."

Then to me, he said, "If your penis is long or thick, don't go all the way in or get too rough--it could hurt her."

Sara bit her lip, silently begging me to shut up, but I grinned, "She likes it deep--tells me to go all in."

She squirmed, and I laughed, "Doc's gotta know!"

He kept fingering her, and I don't know why, but I was rock hard, turned on as hell.

Then he said, "Now I'll use a swab to collect discharge for testing."

To Sara, he asked, "Are you stressed?"

She admitted, "Yeah."

He said, "I need a sample, but it's dry except for my gel--I need your natural flow."

She promised, "I'll try to relax."

He ducked back behind the screen.

I asked, "What's he doing?"

She whispered, "He's rubbing my clit--to help me get wet."

A few seconds later, her breath hitched again.

I urged, "What now?"

She said, "Same as before," but I saw his shadow shift--his head dipped low. He was licking her, but she didn't say it, maybe scared I'd flip. I couldn't believe how hot it made me, watching her get eaten out.

I slid my hands under her gown, groping her breasts, squeezing them hard--she loved it when I worked them over. Her ass clenched, her stomach flexing up and down, all thanks to his tongue.

After a few minutes, he took his sample and said, "All done--you can get dressed."

He stepped behind his desk.

Sara muttered, "I'm soaked from that gel--it's gross. I'll stuff my panties in my bag and go commando to the car."

The doc said, "I'll send you the results."

We said goodbye, heading out.

In the car, I asked, "How was it?"

She admitted, "Stressful at first--but it got easier."

As soon as she sat, I spread her legs, her short skirt hiking up to reveal her bare, dripping pussy.

She giggled, "Don't--people in the next car will see!"

I growled, "Can't wait. If you're up for it, I'll fuck you right here in the lot."

She said, "No--let's get home--I need to wash."

I insisted, "No--I want to fuck you with that gel still on--bet it's slick as hell."

By the time we got home, I spun her around, hands on the wall, and went at her doggy-style--no foreplay, just yanked my zipper down and plunged in. The gel made her slicker than any lube we'd used, and my wild thrusts had her screaming, "Yes, fuck me hard--ram it deep!"