Many of you have known couples who wanted children but were "unable" to conceive. Before the huge medical evaluation, some family doctors used to "prescribe" a long ocean voyage- expecting the couple to fuck a lot more during this trip because there really is not much else to do at sea!
How often would a woman who "couldn't conceive" become pregnant soon after adopting a baby? Maybe some of there were the "postman effect" (some male not her husband helped the process). But many of these couples seem to have trouble having sex successfully- and NO OTHER PROBLEM in the biology.
After several years of donating my sperm for "artificial insemination", I decided that it made a lot more sense for me to implant the sperm myself, because the "artificial" process is very expensive and often unsuccessful (even with my sperm, which is well proven to produce smart healthy children on first exposure).
I was a surgeon at a local hospital at the time, so I let it be known to various nurses that I was providing fertilization for women who had been trying to have a baby but were unsuccessful. I had a lawyer draw up a "contract" that would avoid obvious problems with the process- no guarantee, but at least it would make it easier for me to avoid unwanted problems. Even before the lawyer had my "contract form" finished, I started getting calls. I explained that my sperm had been available for several years as an anonymous donor- and had been used locally by more than seven women, so it would be wise to consult with the sperm bank to avoid having siblings intermarry (or mate!). The city was almost a million population, so it was not like I was going to father hundreds of children.
The husband usually called, and usually asked for details of the "non-artificial" insemination. I explained that his wife would track her menstrual cycle, and would let me know so we could schedule two days and three nights together at my home. The husband would not watch or take part in any way- he would be forgotten for the three days, starting at 6pm on one day and ending at before noon on the third day. Thus if we began at 6pm Friday, the wife would be with me Friday night, Saturday night and Sunday night and would be done Monday morning- I expected to not take off time from work for this.
The long exposure seemed likely to be a problem, and about half of the husbands mentioned this seemed excessive- and I agreed with them that they should try something else if they thought I was trying to take advantage of their situation. Actually I was not trying to take advantage of anyone, and did not plan on fucking any woman over and over and over for three nights- I wanted the woman to be exposed to me long enough for her to become comfortable with me- and with my smells- so that she ovulated. I expected to be taking her temperature (with a VAGINAL thermometer and both of us naked!), to try to isolate the time of ovulation. And until the ovulation, I expected to be stimulating her as much as possible (both of us ~naked 100% of the time, with underpants to avoid any stains on the furniture. I did not explain my plan in detail to the husbands, but did explain that there were biological reasons for the long time, and yes, there was no expense involved for the couple.
I expected some desperate couples to be the first to agree, and I had explained that I would meet the couple for a short conversation to see if they would be compatible with me. The first couple I met with lived about 50 miles away in a smaller town, and we met for dinner at a local hotel restaurant. I wore casual clothes, and was actually a little nervous about the meeting. It was not like I had never dated or fucked women I barely knew, but I had never done it after meeting her husband and discussing it.
I had already explained a lot of details to Fred before we met, but had not really discussed anything with his wife Emma. Fred waved to me from their table when I entered the restaurant, and introduced me to Emma when I got to their table. She stood up and moved toward me, I guessed to hug me- but it turned out to be a sort of Hollywood cheek to cheek greeting, and she smelled strongly of some perfume. Not a good start as I had explained to Fred the importance of NO fragrance in any products she used (including shampoo and soap!). Anyway, the expected embarrassment never appeared, and they did not seem too crazy... so by the time dinner was over, I explained that they seemed like a good couple for my services. Fred asked, "So how do we begin?"
Emma asked, "when do you do the procedure?" Suddenly I realized that I had assumed that Fred had explained that there was no "procedure", that Emma would be staying with me at my home for three nights and that we would be "mating" as animals do, without any tools of the trade whatsoever. I never made that mistake again, because it turns out that Emma was not really very interested in having anything except a doctor's tool in her cunt, and so the whole evening was simply educational for me (and Fred).
The next couple was more fully educated about my "plan" before we got the end of dinner and I agreed to inseminate Molly. Tom asked, "How do we start the process?" and Molly asked if we could have a trial run in the parking lot!
I had reviewed her medical records and did not think the parking lot random fuck would add much statistical probability to an attempt to become pregnant, much as it sounded like fun. It did make me wonder if she had been trying out various other men while trying to get pregnant with Tom. Anyway, I gave them the record sheet and a clinical thermometer, and explained how to record temperature and phone it in to my office secretary.
In a couple of weeks, I notified them that Molly should plan on being at my home from Friday at 6pm until Monday morning some time, and without other arrangements, they appeared at my home at 6pm and I invited Molly in, and asked that Tom not enter nor return until Monday morning- unless there was an actual emergency. All calls went through my answering service, to insure they were emergency situations- and I gave Tom Molly's cell phone to hold until Monday.
I closed the front door, turned to Molly and asked her if she was ready to begin. She smiled at me and asked, "You mean have sex right now?"
"No", I explained, "we will have sex only when I think you are ready. But you can take off all your clothing right now- you may have noticed that the house is somewhat overheated... we are going to be naked for a few days."
I paused to see if this order resulted in some contrary behaviour, but she did not hesitate to shed her clothing right down to bare skin. I soon had my clothing off also, and noticed that she stared for a short time at my penis- but did not say anything (what could she say, it was soft!).
"First we will get to know each other while relaxing in the hot tub, and before that we both will shower and wash each other, using no fragrance so we have our natural smells."
She followed me to the hot tub, which was on an indoor porch that had a privacy screen- and an adjacent shower. I washed her body, including her hair, and her breasts and including her vulva, and lastly her butt crack and anus.
"Now you wash me." She began cautiously, as if she had never done anything like this before (and I guess she had not). I had to encourage her to rewash my penis and scrotum as she really did not do that very carefully. Nor was she active enough at washing my asshole, so she redid that. Then we got in the hot-tub, and I began the conversation by asking her about her sexual experiences, starting with the earliest she remembered.
She claimed to have no sexual experience until she got married! Of course that is impossible, but gave me some idea why she was having trouble getting pregnant. We went back to her preschool education, and talked about what she did in school and who her friends were and how they played together. Then repeated that for each year. As she became more comfortable with my authority and non-judgmental discussion, she eventually explained that her mother had been very aggressive about not letting her "touch herself down there". She was taught that her private place was very special, and her mother would smell her hands after she had been in bed for a while, and would punish her if her hands smelled like pussy. Also she had been given enemas regularly, and explained that she still used enemas when she felt "too full". I asked how old she was when her mother stopped smelling her hands and she said she never stopped until Molly was in High school and could lock her bedroom door.
"Did you touch yourself then?" I asked. "Oh!" she laughed, I always was touching myself there- I suppose that is how the whole thing started. I learned to keep a washcloth in bed with me to wash off my fingers when I heard my mom coming to check me!" I had her explain how she touched herself and the results she got from that- then as we got out of the hot tub, I asked her to "show me what you did as a child that made you feel good." By now she seemed to trust me and was almost enthusiastic about showing me. She lay on the bedsheet under the covers, then suggested I remove the covers or I really could not see what she was doing. I was going to do that anyway, but it was nice that she thought of it first. He lay on her stomach, with both hands under her so her fingers could get on both sides of her clitoris, and she started slow but sped up, then paused... then started over.
