This following story takes place in a world where sexual activity is far less stigmatized than in our own world. This story features themes of cuckoldry, taboo circumstances, and mild reluctance.
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I was in my office mindlessly filing paperwork, anxiously anticipating my incoming patients. It had been a few days since I was asked about doing a natural insemination, and I was honestly missing the procedure.
Most of my work since that last procedure was how it had always been. There were endless consultations, a few emotional therapy sessions with patients, and even two couples who had asked for in-person breeding critique. But just two days ago, a couple had called me asking if I was the doctor they had heard about on television. They knew I offered natural insemination options, a stark contrast to the clinical and cold artificial insemination that most couples were more comfortable with. Today was the day that my new patients would finally arrive for their consultation and, if I was lucky, later today I would be performing the act that my ten years of medical school had trained me for.
My phone rang. I answered.
"Doctor Williams, your patients Tom and Marianne are here for their consultation. Shall I send them in?" my secretary asked.
"I'll see them immediately," I replied. I hung up the phone, and a few butterflies flew through my stomach. It really had been too long since I had done this procedure. While I knew that there was some small amount of deviancy to being so excited to perform a medical procedure like this, I simply couldn't help myself. I steeled my nerves, and waited patiently for the couple to enter my office.
As the two of them entered, I stood to shake their hands. "Tom and Marianne, glad to finally meet you in person. I'm Doctor Williams. Please, take some seats."
As I gripped Tom's hand, I felt what I could only describe as a tiny bit of defiance from him, as if he were not quite certain about me or this procedure. From Marianne, I felt a hint of nervousness. She seemed to want to make as little eye contact with me as possible, instead doing her best to look at her husband.
I guided the couple to their seats before rounding my desk to sit myself across from them. I breathed in, ensuring total concentration on the task at hand. For almost all appointments of this type, my main goal was to ensure the comfort of the couple. Nobody ever came into my office for a natural insemination without exhausting all other possible options, and without fail every couple would be worried about the nature of the proceedings. The least I could do for them would be to assuage their doubts.
"Now, Marianne and Tom, I understand that the two of you are having trouble conceiving a child. Is this correct?"
Marianne nodded. "Yes, Doctor. Tom and I have been trying for two years, but it seems that I can just never get pregnant. We've gone to many different clinics, and they all seem to say the same thing, that Tom's sperm count is just too low and we won't have any luck conceiving with his sperm."
Tom nodded, hesitantly agreeing. It is understandable for a man to feel inadequate when faced with a problem like this, so my go-to response is to never make a big deal out of these things.
"I see," I said, "And how often are the two of you attempting to conceive per week?"
The couple looked at each other. Tom turned back to me and said "That's a bit personal, isn't it?"
I nodded. "I agree, that information is personal. But the procedure we are here to discuss is quite a bit more personal than that. If we can't even break our comfort boundary here, I fear we may not be able to fully proceed."
Marianne was the one to answer. "We've been engaging with each other two times a day, on average. Sometimes it's more, and sometimes it's less." I often found that the wife was always the more confident one of the couple I have dealt with in the past. Given the procedure, I suppose I can't blame them. I don't think I've ever had a husband not eye me with suspicion before the insemination process.
"It sounds like the two of you have been trying pretty consistently for a while now. I hope I can help solve this problem for the both of you."
I took out two pamphlets about the procedure and handed one to each of my patients.
"This brochure should explain the procedure in detail, but I would be more than glad to explain it to you myself, as well."
I gave them a moment to examine the pamphlet, watching their eyes go wide as they realized just how far this procedure would go. I admit that it is a bit fun, watching how nervous the couples get before deciding to move forward.
"This procedure, natural insemination, is first and foremost a medical procedure. While the exact actions taken by doctor and patient are sexual in nature and often considered pleasurable by many, I want to ensure you right off the bat that I consider this as a purely medical necessity."
I allowed them a moment of understanding before taking a breath and explaining the full nature of natural insemination to them.
"During the act of natural insemination, Marianne and I will engage in sexual intercourse. The purpose of this intercourse is solely for the stimulation of an ejaculation from myself, an act which will ideally end in your impregnation."
It would have, of course, been easier to simply come out and say that I was going to fuck Marianne, cum inside her, and get her pregnant. However, I had always found that making it sound more clinical would ease the tension of the proceedings. At least a little. Still, Marianne and her husband went beet red when hearing about natural insemination from the man who was going to perform it on them.
The two of them sat still for a while, glancing at each other as if goading the other to speak first. Finally, it was Tom who broke the silence.
"So basically you're going to fuck my wife, is that right?"
I shook my head. "Now Tom, nothing at this clinic will happen here without the consent of both Marianne and yourself. I understand that this procedure is a bit of a soft spot for couples, and I want to inform you two that consent may be revoked at any time and for any reason, and the procedure will immediately stop."
Marianne rested a hand on her husband's leg, which seemed to calm him down a little. "Tom, we talked about this, remember? This is our only option at this point. You want to bring a new life into this world, don't you? Doctor Williams here might be our only shot at this. Let's hear him out, and if we don't like it, we can just go."
While her words were strong, I could hear a hesitancy in her voice. She did not totally believe her own words, but she was trying. And she wanted Tom to try too. He cooled down and relaxed more in his chair. He grabbed her hand tenderly and rubbed it with his thumb. "Okay babe, you're right. I'm sorry. It just makes me nervous, is all. Thinking about some other guy doing... that stuff to you."
"I understand completely," I said, "this is a very common point of friction for couples during this procedure. It's so common, in fact, that there's a whole section dedicated to it in the brochures I've given you."
Tom opened his pamphlet and read a little. It didn't seem to calm him down, but his tone changed to one that was more understanding.
"Alright," was all he said. I continued my explanation.
"If the two of you agree to this procedure, we will head into the other room where I have a small bed set up. You will find stirrups which may or may not be used, at your discretion, as well as an array of pillows and blankets to make the procedure as comfortable as possible for you and your husband."
Marianne nodded silently.
"Now, I believe my secretary has asked you to bring documentation showing that you have no transmissible sexual infections?"
Marianne reached into her purse and produced a stapled packet of papers. "Just had myself checked out yesterday," she said, handing me the documents. Reading through them, I found everything to be in order.
"Excellent," I said, producing my own documents from my desk. "These are my own results as well. I get tested twice a week here at the clinic, to ensure the total safety of my patients. I had a nurse check me yesterday in anticipation of your visit today. If you would please read the date on those documents, you can confirm for yourself."
Marianne took a close look at my paperwork, reading over every detail at least twice. Tom reached his hand out to check for himself, and he too read the document over and over. Perhaps he was still looking for some way out of the procedure, but he found the doctor's record to be squeaky-clean.
I pulled out another document and asked the two of them to scan through it. "This document ensures that the legal responsibility of any child resulting from the process of natural insemination would belong to the two of you, and that I have no parental claim nor obligation towards the child in question. You may sign this if you both consent to it."
They both read over the document carefully before determining that it was all in order. They signed their names across the bottom, and initialed everywhere the paperwork told them to.
I took back the paper and placed it in a pile for my secretary to take later. I folded my hand and addressed the couple.
"Now, In a few minutes we are going to begin the procedure. I want to remind the two of you that consent for this procedure may be revoked at any time, and I want the two of you to exercise that right whenever you feel it necessary. This procedure is for your sakes, and I want you to feel like you are both in full control. Do you both understand this?"
Tom and Marianne looked at each other, still a bit nervous, but having experienced the clinical nature of everything so far found a bit of confidence in themselves. Marianne consented first.
"I consent," she said. It took Tom another few seconds before he agreed. "I consent..." he said.
