by Selena Kitt
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A week after my visit to Doctor Mullen's office, I received a phone call from the fertility clinic. The doctor wanted me to come in to discuss the results of my fertility tests. So I went the next day with my wife. She wanted to be there to hear the results.
The doctor walked into the room and immediately gawked at my wife.
"Don't I know you from somewhere?" he asked.
Of course, he had seen my wife before. He had a picture of her completely naked right in his fertility clinic. He probably took his work breaks over there to stroke himself while imagining it was my wife's hands and mouth working his cock.
But of course, neither of us were about to say that to Doctor Mullen. Instead, Kimberly said that she must have one of those familiar faces because people she didn't know were always talking about how she reminded them of someone they had seen before.
Come to think of it, my wife was right. People were always saying that she looked familiar to them, and it was almost always men who were saying that. And after so many years of hearing it, I finally knew why. They had undoubtedly seen her nude magazine spread from years ago. And my wife, being the hot bombshell that she was, left enough of an impression for them to somewhat recognize her upon seeing her in the flesh. It all suddenly made sense now.
Doctor Mullen sat down to discuss my lab results. I braced myself for any potentially bad news.
"Jason, based on the results of your semen analysis, it's going to be a bit harder for the two of you to conceive compared to the average couple," he said.
"How much harder?" asked Kimberly.
"Well, the average couple can usually expect to conceive within a year of trying. For you and Jason, it might take five times the amount of time," said Doctor Mullen.
"Five years? But we're ready to start a family now," said my wife with a pained look on her face.
"I understand and I'm sorry about that. If the two of you are in a hurry, you could try IVF treatments," he said.
"But that costs a lot of money and it's not even guaranteed to work," said my wife, the hurt evident in her voice.
"I have another possible solution for the two of you. However, I'm not sure if the both of you would be willing to accept it," he said.
"Doctor Mullen, at this point, we'd be willing to give just about anything a try. So please, do tell us what you have in mind," I said.
"Okay. But I do hope that neither of you will take offense to my suggestion. Jason, the truth is that I think I have it figured out where I had seen your wife before. She's in one of the magazines I have across the hall for the patients to masturbate to. Honestly, I'm quite a fan of your wife's work. So I would consider it an honor to help impregnate her," said the doctor.
I was speechless. I couldn't believe my ears. Did the doctor really just offer to knock up my wife?
"I know this is a bit sudden. So I'll step out of the room for a few minutes. You and your wife can talk it over with each other. Then you can let me know your decision once I'm back in the room," he said before leaving us to convene.
"So what do you think?" I asked Kimberly as soon as it was just the two of us.
"I don't know, Jason. I really do want to start a family with you right now. And I wish we had the financial means to try IVF for as long as it takes to succeed. But what the doctor suggested, if we actually agree to it, our lives might never be the same again," she said.
"Of course we would never be the same again. Because if he actually manages to impregnate you, we would be extremely busy with the baby," I said with what I hoped was a comforting smile.
"So are you saying that you agree to his proposal?" asked my wife with a shocked look on her face.
"Yes, I'm fine with it as long as you are as well."
"You don't mind another man breeding me?" she asked in a bewildered tone of voice.
"Well, I think it would be hot watching you have sex with another man. As for the baby, it's still going to be mine regardless of the DNA," I said.
"And you're not just saying that to make me happy?" she asked.
"No, I'm saying that because I think it's something that will make both of us happy," I said truthfully.
"Well, if you're okay with it, then I guess so am I," she said finally.
Doctor Mullen reentered the room shortly afterwards and asked if we had made our decision.
"Yes, we agree to your proposal," I said on behalf of me and my wife.
"Great. Then let's get started right now with a deep and thorough medical exam for your wife. Take off your clothes and hop on the exam table," he said to Kimberly as he got up to lock the room's door.
My wife looked at me briefly for reassurance that this was truly what I wanted. After all, there was no going back once the deed was done. I gave her an approving nod, and she got up to take off her clothes.
The doctor stood back and watched with lust as Kimberly stripped out of her pants and blouse. She was wearing a thong that showed off her bodacious ass and a bra that barely contained her breasts. The doctor watched with anticipation as my wife unhooked her bra, revealing her perky tits. Then he grunted as my wife shimmied out of her thong, leaving herself completely bare.
Kimberly lied down on the exam table as instructed. The fertility doctor walked towards her and shifted her ass to the edge of the table. He then guided her feet into the stirrups. Her married pussy was spread wide for him to see. And from where I sat, I could see that she was already wet with anticipation.
Doctor Mullen moved to the head of the exam table and said to my wife, "Since you're about to take my cum inside your pussy, the least I could do is give you a free medical exam. Let's start with me examining your breasts."
And with that said, his hands were on my wife's tits. He roughly kneaded her orbs, eliciting a wanton moan from her. He then bent down to suckle her breasts. My wife had a look of pure pleasure on her face as he did so.
The doctor removed himself from her cleavage and commented, "Breasts are round and firm. No sagging. No abnormal lumps or discharge."
Then he moved towards the other end of the exam table and sat down between her perched legs. He spread her pussy opened with his fingers and she moaned in response. Then she gasped out loud upon feeling him insert a finger inside.
"Your pussy looks and feels quite healthy to me. It's very easily stimulated, seeing as to how you're already so wet. Now let me do a taste test to make sure everything is perfectly fine," he said right before bending down to lick the folds of my wife's married pussy.
He was putting his tongue to good use, licking my wife's pussy and clit. She was incessantly moaning her approval of another man worshipping her beautiful cunt. I could smell her arousal from where I was sitting. And that combined with the sight and sound before me was causing my cock to stir.
I unzipped my pants then to let out my cock. I stroked myself while watching my wife cum all over Doctor Mullen's face.
Her sweet nectar had been mine, and only mine, for years. Now all of a sudden, I was witnessing another man taste her divine honey. I felt a pang of jealousy at the thought, but that didn't stop me from continuing to stroke my cock.
The doctor was now stripping out of his clothes. As soon as his cock was freed from his boxers, my wife let out an audible gasp. His cock was much thicker and longer than mine, causing me to briefly wonder whether I could ever please my wife again after he was through with inseminating her.
Doctor Mullen's cock was now right at my wife's face. She opened her mouth wide to take in his huge cock. His behemoth size caused her to make sputtering noises as he fucked her face.
My wife looked like a damn porn star with that giant dick in her mouth. As her husband, I should have been appalled. But if anything, I was only getting harder.
"I'd love to cum in that pretty mouth of yours. But that would have to be reserved for some other time. Can't waste any of my fertile sperm right now," he said as he pulled out of my wife's mouth.
The doctor positioned h
imself at my wife's entrance. Then with one swift motion he was deep inside of her, officially cuckolding me in the process.
He was pounding my wife's pussy with his cock, and she unmistakably enjoyed every moment of it by the look of pure ecstasy on her face. Then suddenly, her eyes locked with mine, and I could feel the love in her eyes. I knew then that even though she was being bred by another man, her love was always going to be mine.
Faster and faster the doctor was fucking my wife now, and faster and faster I was stroking my own dick. The sounds of grunting, moaning, and bodies slapping against one another filled the medical exam room until finally the doctor exploded inside my wife.
My own orgasm happened at roughly the same time, and I had my cum spewing all over the exam room's floor.
Doctor Mullen pulled out of my wife and told her to stay in her reclining position a bit longer to enable his seed to do its job. Then he looked at me and said to feel free to help clean her up about 15 minutes from now.
After he had finished giving his instructions, the doctor put his clothes back on and left Kimberly and I alone in the room.
"So was it as thrilling as you had hoped?" she asked.
"No, it was even better than I could ever have imagined," I answered.
"And do you feel any differently towards me?" she asked.
"No, I love you just as much as I ever did."
"I love you, too," she said.
"And did you enjoy having another man fuck you?" I asked.
"Yes. But I think the best part about it was the fact that you were sitting there watching. Something about it really turned me on," she confessed.
We continued to chat about the experience together for a while longer. The more we talked, the harder I was getting again. So I kissed my wife. Then I got between her legs and went to work cleaning up her used pussy.
There was the familiar taste and scent of my wife's juices. But intermingled with that was something entirely new to me. It was the cum of another man. And for whatever reason, I was okay with cleaning that up with my tongue as well.
Kimberly was moaning and writhing as I licked her pussy. She was ready for another good pounding. And as her husband, I was more than happy to oblige.
I fucked her on the medical exam table, hard and fast. Her pussy felt different now that a larger cock had recently been inside it. And the memory of what the doctor had just done with my wife, not even half an hour ago, propelled me to cum harder than I had ever cum before.
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Two weeks after our meeting with Doctor Mullen at the fertility clinic, my wife was late getting her period. So we bought a home pregnancy test, and it was confirmed that the doctor was successful in breeding my wife. Kimberly was ecstatic, and I was quite thrilled as well. Our visit to the doctor's office had been a great success in every single way.
The End
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The bell over the door jingled, advertising the fact that someone had entered the building.
“Right with you!” Conrad yelled from his back office, cursing Debbie under his breath. Debbie was the receptionist, and she was sick again – pushing fifty and coming apart like a lemon-toned Dodge Aspen. Conrad slammed the filing cabinet shut, stubbed out his cigarette, and walked heavily down the short, linoleum-tiled hall. He halted briefly at Ovide’s open door. “Doin’ anything besides trolling for porn?” he asked. He didn’t wait for an answer.
Ovide snapped his laptop shut and followed after Conrad.
There was a man standing at the front counter. He was dressed in a white polo shirt, tan Dockers, and white running shoes. He had a pair of sunglasses clinging to the open neck of his shirt. He looked like a lab-bound chemistry teacher playing it cool for the teen creme crowd. He was small for his age, which looked to be early-forties. Blonde fuzz covered his head. He had a pale, round face, with long, red, almost-scabbed-over scratches running parallel to each other on his right cheek. His eyes were blue, watery, and rimmed with red.
“Hi,” Conrad said. He stuck out a huge, freckled hand and the little guy pulled a damp mitt out of his pocket and shook.
“Hi,” he said back. “How’re you doing?”
Conrad studied him a moment. He looked familiar. The little guy piled on another layer of sweat during the tight silence. “Dwight Zoledowski,” Conrad finally stated, satisfied.
Zoledowski bobbed his head up and down like a bench seat hooker. “You remember.”
Ovide crowded in behind Conrad. The tiny reception area was packed.
“Sure,” Conrad replied. He was a man of few words, but plenty of memories. He turned around, partially exposing Ovide standing in the shadow of his bulk. “This is my associate, Ovide Lambert.” Conrad pointed a nicotine-stained digit at Zoledowski. “Dwight Zoledowski. I posted a surety bond on him about six months ago.”
“Hello,” Ovide said, reaching past Conrad’s enormous stomach and grabbing Zoledowski’s hand for a brief arm pump. He normally liked to do it two-handed, to inspire trust, but there wasn’t room.
Zoledowski’s face jiggled slightly. “Hello,” he said back.
“How’d things work out?” Conrad asked.
“The charge?” Zoledowski giggled. “Aw, no problem. The judge gave me thirty days in jail. I was out in fifteen. No big deal.” He grinned nervously at the two men. His breath was like stale beer and his eyes were sharp with panic.
“Domestic disturbance,” Conrad rumbled, filling in the details for his associate. He frowned significantly.
“Oh, yes?” Ovide remarked casually. “Tough.”
Zoledowski rubbed his pudgy, little hands together – they were covered with red blotches; some kind of rash. “Zero tolerance. You know.”
“Sure, I-”
“You here on business?” Conrad interrupted. “Or just filing a progress report?” He coughed harshly into his hand, wiped the remainders on his pants. He didn’t like bailees hanging around the office, thinking they had a friend.
Zoledowski giggled again. “Yes, business. That’s what you guys call it, I guess.” He looked down suddenly. The sunny disposition was gone, and a tear shower was on the way.
Conrad hastily pointed down the hall, almost taking out Ovide’s eye. “Let’s talk in my office,” he barked.
The floor creaked as they walked single-file down the narrow hallway. The small, stand-alone, corrugated metal building was located in the middle of a warehouse district, three blocks down from the Law Courts building. The traffic in the area was mainly tractor-trailers, loading and unloading. At night, the area was as dead as an actuary’s personality - guard dogs and night watchmen eyed each other suspiciously.
Conrad fell back into his black, leather chair, air whistling out the sides. Ovide grabbed a couple of padded folding chairs for himself and Zoledowski. File folders, letters, bills, forms, and other sundry paperwork was scattered all over the top of Conrad’s massive maple desk, some of it in piles, some of it loose. Cigarette butts boiled out of an upside-down GI’s helmet. The faux-wood-paneled walls of the office were sparsely furnished – a couple of framed pictures of Conrad’s Vietnam gunship unit, and his various licenses. Sun drifted through a dir
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“You mind?” Conrad asked rhetorically. He chuckled and lit a cigarette.
“Coffee, Mr. Zoledowski?” Ovide asked, a courteous smile on his face. He liked to keep things professional. A two-year diploma in criminology from the local community college had taught him that much. He was a smooth-faced, handsome kid of twenty-two. He was medium height, with a medium build. He had slick, black hair, combed straight back. He wore a black, silk, short-sleeved shirt, a pair of sharply-creased, black slacks, and polished, black shoes with no socks. He had pushed around a tow-truck for six months after graduating from high school, then worked a year for a parking lot company – handing out tickets to unimpressed cars with tardy owners. He had read Conrad’s ad in the paper, Conrad had been desperate, and Ovide had been hired.
