w.a.c.f.y.m - Cuckoos
"Cuckoos are a breed of bird that are also brood parasites. They lay their eggs in other birds' nests, for instance, a starling. It is the starling family that must raise this intruder and put the effort into its survival.
It is from the word cuckoo's breeding practices that we get the word 'cuckolding'. Cuckolding is when a married woman takes another man to her bed, thus rendering her husband ,the male starling,a cuckold."
Dr Brooks inspected the couple standing at the receptionist's desk. The Temples were both about thirty years old and good looking.Their nervousness was painfully obvious and she noticed that they held hands, reassuring the other.
Natasha Temple turned as the doctor approached. Lilah flashed her her most welcoming smile and got an uncertain one back.
Lilah was used to people questioning the fact that she was a doctor, Her body looked as if it were built for sex, not to house a powerful mind.
Natasha looked at the doctor, assessing her. She was older than them but not by much. Her blonde hair was tied up neatly, apart from one wavy lock combed to the left and cascading down her cheek. It was her eyes that struck the most. Surrounded by dark shadow, Lilah's eyes were a fantastic shade of intense blue, with a glint in them that spoke of fierce intelligence but also humour.
"Mrs Temple? It's a pleasure." Lilah said, extending a hand, her plum shaded lips breaking into another smile.
"Dr Brooks." Natasha replied, looking a little relieved. The other woman was emanating an aura of experience and capability. " This is Steve, my husband."
"Hello, Doctor." Steve added, shaking her hand as well.
Lilah noticed that the man's gaze didn't stray from her face. He was totally oblivious to the hot body she possessed. The waistcoat she wore over a little see-through blouse was designed to accentuate her figure, highlighting her slender waist as well as pushing up and displaying her large breasts.
His gaze didn't wonder down her hips, over the barely respectable tight skirt, to check out her long legs.
Dr Brooks took a long look at him. Steve was handsome, 5" 10 with longish, scruffy styled black hair. He had soulful brown eyes. His polo short afforded her a good view of his nice biceps and hinted at pecs to match. The open collar let her know that he had a nice lot of chest hair.
Yes he was definitely a candidate. She could feel the beginning of her arousal.
"Let's go to my office, shall we?" She asked, pointing down the corridor.
They nodded in unison, Steve slipping a protective arm around his wife's shoulders.
As she walked behind them she checked out his ass. It looked good and firm in his jeans and she could barely stop herself from reaching out and groping it.
'Patience' she thought to herself. ' This one will take some time..."The way the couple kept looking at each other she could tell that they were devoted to each other. She glanced at the ornate tattoo on the inside of her wrist- capital J followed by the letters w.a.c.f.y.m written in an old fashioned script.
'but you will be mine in the end...'
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Lilah looked at the file on her desk.
"You've been married five years?"
The couple smiled and nodded.
"And you've been trying for a baby for two years?"
"Yes." Natasha confirmed.
"Your GP writes that he ran some tests."
"Steve's...um..sperm is fine but...." Natasha interjected. Her husband gave her hand a squeeze. She smiled. He had never, not for a second, made her feel as this was her fault. Every step of the way he had made her feel that this was something that they were doing together.
"That's okay, Natasha." Lilah smiled. "I understand. This clinic specializes in cases just like this."
The Temples looked adorably hopeful.
"This means the world to Nat and me...to start a family together." Steve added.
"Your doctor explained how this works? That you choose a donor from our database, we take some eggs and use Steve's sperm to fertilise them, implanting the embryoes in your womb, Natasha?"
"Yes. I know it's...." Natasha trailed off ruefully.
" We just really want this, doctor." Steve concluded.
" I should warn you that IVF is not an easy processs, it's expensive... Your health plan covers the cost, right?"
Steve nodded.
"and despite our best efforts, it is not always successful. " Lilah declared sympathetically before outlining the steps that were involved, the treatments and injections that Natasha would face in the months ahead and the inevitable strain it would place on their marriage.
"We can get through anything together." Steve said, more to his wife than to the doctor. More than anything he wanted to be be a father, to have a child with the woman he loved.
Lilah felt nauseasous but covered it well.
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"However, this may place undue emphasis on the male victim. In ornithology both starling parents are equally victims.
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One week later
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He had wanted their child to be a product of their love for each other but that had not been God's will. And when IVF was proposed, from the start Steve had suggested that they find a donor that matched with Natasha as closely as possible. All he ever wanted was to make her happy.
They agonised over the database.
The folder had literally hundreds of candidate donors that had red hair, green eyes or freckles but very few that had all three. Throw in the choices that had to be made about health records and academic history and at times it looked like they would never select one.
"I'll love any child we have together, regardless of what it looks like." Natasha told Steve.
"I know but...I don't want you to..." He stammered. He couldn't find a way to voice his worry, that in a biological sense this wouldn't be her child.
She seemed to understand anyway.
"Steve, I'll be carrying the baby for nine months. I'll give birth to it...What do genes matter compared to that? It will be your baby and for that reason alone I'll love it no matter what. " She said earnestly.
"I love you." He replied.
"I know." Natasha informed him before she kissed him.
He kissed her right back.
All these years later he never tired of her lips.
He thought back to their first kiss.
He'd only had a few girlfriends so he never felt very confident with girls. He always felt so shy just talking to them but with Natasha there'd been an instant connection when they'd meet at a friend's party. Even so it had taken him weeks to get up the nerve to ask her out. When she said yes he'd been over the moon.
For their first date Steve had taken her to a fairground. When she took his hand as soon as they had gone in, he never wanted her to let go. The fair had been busy but if felt as if no one else existed in the world.
Later, sitting high up on the Big Wheel they leant in to kiss her. She'd tasted of cotton candy and he knew that she was the only woman for him.
A year and a half later he'd proposed to her at another fair, a different Big Wheel. It was as if time stood still until she accepted. For the rest of the night it seemed the noise of the crowd was raucously congratulating them, every scream and laugh meant for them.
Steve smiled.
Back in the present Natasha had closed the folder. She looked at her husband as she took him by the hand.
"Let's go to bed." She pleaded breathily.
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She pushed him onto the bed before walking to the door to dim the lights.
Steve watched as she slowly walked towards him, undoing a button of her dress with each step.
By the time she got to the foot of the bed Steve was hard, the shape of it distinct in his pyjama bottoms.
Natasha let her nightdress slip to the floor.
"God you're beautiful." Steve whispered as he sat up to take her left hand. He kissed the inside of her wrist. "This is my favourite part of you." He told her.
"What about my right one? Its just as good." Natasha asked, proffering it to him.
Steve played at looking it over before kissing that one too.
"No...it's nice but its not the same." He decided.
Natasha laughed lightly.
"I thought you said this was your favourite part?" She said, twisting to point at a dimple on the small of her back.
"Did I say that?" He replied, turning her so he could check out her small rear.
She shivered as she felt his tongue glide over the spot and one of his hands reached round to caress her soft belly, low so that he occasionally brushed up against the red curls of her bush.
She felt two of Steve's fingers begin to travel down the back of her leg until they began to tickle the back of her knee.
"Mmmm that feels nice..." She sighed.
A minute passed then she turned back to face him. Natasha bent over to kiss him, her hands in his hair then she climbed onto his lap.
His lips headed south, down her neck, then onto her collarbone. He cupped her pale breasts, each a handful, and brought them up to meet his mouth.
"Aaaah..." She moaned at the sensations he was illiciting.
She shifted so he could feel the warmth of her on his groin through the cotton. He wanted to be inside her but there was no rush. He loved to take it slow and relaxed with Natasha.
Right now it was enough to feel her squirm against him as he nibbled an earlobe, teaming it up with running his slightly rough palms over her erect nipples.
He let himself fall back onto the sheets, bringing her with him.
She sat astride him and ran her fingertips through his chest hair.
He put his heads behind his head, a pose he knew that Natasha liked as could admire his manly torso and dark armpits.
She wiggled on top of him as she reached up to let her red hair fall about her shoulders. She gave her head a shake, Steve liking the way it made her breasts move. His wife crossed her arms over them as if suddenly coy.
Sometimes she liked to play modest even though they'd never felt uncomfortable being naked in front of each other, the only woman Steve had ever experienced that with.
