Where it happened: In A Storm
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
I was practicing at a moderately large medical center. The competition was keen for medical staff. We had lost our chief of staff and three specialists that were close to him. I met with the dean of the medical school and department chairman. I was going to cut back in my hours. This time it did soak in that I had other things that I wanted to do with my life.
My plan was to ease up hoping it would help me get pregnant. I have a kind and caring husband. He and I am a good mix. After being married for some time, I became less strict in practicing contraception. After six months of not using any contraception and not being impregnated, I concluded that something must be wrong. I asked one of the laboratory technicians if she would unofficially test some semen for me. One day I transferred some of my husband’s semen from myself to a test tube. With the tube under my arm, I was off to the university hospital. The laboratory technician called me to come to the laboratory. I knew this was not good new. I saw for myself that my husband was infertile and few if any of his spermatozoa were normal. This led to intense testing of both my husband and myself. We settled on artifical insemination as our way around the problem. My husband wanted our child to at least have some of our genes. Passing on my genes also appeals to me.
Being inseminated artificially is not a pleasant experience. The whole process is medical and not natural. The insemination is not pleasant. Having your pelvis propped up on pillows to keep the semen from draining out is not pleasant for me. What does help is my husband is present and after I have been inseminated, we have time to ourselves. We do heavy petting for an hour or so. This also is not natural. We have to wait two days before we can have intercourse.
To shorten the story, Ben was asked by the Dean to come to the university to ease the shortage of medical staff in my specialty. To do this Ben took a sabbatical from professorship at his university. Ben did not move his family (over a 2,000-mile move) and took six days weekend every third month to spend with his family.
Once a week, I had lunch with my husband, and we discussed the management of our own personal business. At one of our luncheon meetings, my husband informed me that he had been in a meeting all morning. His company wanted him to manage the Pacific Rim operations for the company. This was a six-month appointment. He would have three weeks leave with pay plus expenses to travel back and forth. He would have essentially double pay.
With my husband going, my life became intense. Getting pregnant was a priority. But, I had been inseminated for six months and no baby on the go. This experience is an emotional cycle. You high and optimistic during the first part of your cycle, then, you think your breasts are tender, and wham, you have a period. Charting your vaginal temperature is a hassle. It has to be done in the morning, and it has to be done before intercourse. You abstain from sex during your fertile period; a time when I enjoy sex the most. Selecting semen is also a challenge. There are many semen banks to choose from. The idea of being inseminated with semen from a medical student or a random member of the university staff did not appeal to me.
The night before my husband was to leave; we went to bed early. The next morning I was prolonging our intimacy. I had lots on my mind and I kept talking. He was in a hurry to get on with his agenda. I asked him about which semen bank to select semen from. I was going to carry on with the artifical inseminations in his absence. I told him that we had to order more semen. He told me “You did very well selecting me as a husband, I trust you will do equally as good selecting a father of our child”. I don’t know if he said this to turn me on. If so, it worked. We did not have sex, I consumed him.
My husband and I had made a dinner date with Ben. This had been difficult. It required making plans around three busy schedules. Ben did not know that my husband had gone. I was late and he was at the table reading a letter and looking at pictures. The pictures were of him, his wife and the boys. I asked Ben if I could have them. He said OK. We had a good chat about the university medical complex, my husband’s new assignment, and Ben’s research.
I reviewed my notebook describing the criteria that men had to meet before they could donate to the various semen banks. To use the word donate is incorrect. These men are well paid for their semen. It is expensive to purchase semen from these banks. I put my semen book by favorite chair in the den. I also put the pictures of Ben’s family close by. My maid, while arranging things, put them together. I was looking at the semen book and not taking to the idea of a having semen from a man I do not know used to impregnate me. I looked at Ben’s pictures. Here were three excellent children. Their mother and myself were alike in academic achievements. I know their father very well. Suddenly, I knew that I would use Ben’s semen for my insemination(s). The only challenge was how to achieve this.
I was in the dean’s office. He had been to Ben’s research seminar. They wanted to recruit Ben to the university. I thought good luck. He will never leave the smaller center located next to his beloved mountains. I did tell the dean that Ben loved airplanes and was an accomplished commercial pilot. I also told him that he should ask Ben’s wife to come over and spend some time here. She may like the big city life.
I was had a number of faculty women and spouses of faculty men over to my house. Ben’s wife had come over early. After the blizzard incident, I had gone out of my way to become good friends with her. She was a much smaller women that I. But, we have lots in common. Like me, she was a physician, but she was only doing minimal practice while she raised her children. She also loved gardening, cooking and sewing. Like me, she liked photography. We have things ready for the party. I noticed Ben’s wife looking at my semen book. She knew my problem. What I did not know was that the pictures of her kids were in my semen book!
I had rented a cabin on a remote lake. This lake is only accessible by air. It is a place that my husband and I go for a retreat. The reservations were made for when my husband would be home for three weeks. My plan was to fly our airplane and meet him. We would fly to the airport used as headquarters for amphibious flights to the remote areas. My husband phoned and told me that he could not make it home. They told him that they would pay him substantially extra to work these three weeks plus he would get a month off to come home early. In other words, the company would not permit him to take time off at what was considered to be a critical time. I checked my ovulation chart. This time was going to perfect for my fertile period.
I asked Ben if he would join a group of us at the cabin. I gave him the details. To keep things honest did ask a couple that always agreed to do things, but could be counted on to back out at the last minute. Ben told me that he needed to check with his wife. Two days later, Ben told me that he would like to go. I was ecstatic. I was going to receive some of Ben’s semen. I did not rule out artifical insemination.
It was about 01:00 hours when Ben met me at the airport. It would be about a seven-hour flight. We checked over the airplane, and waited for the other couple to arrive. At this late hour, the airport operator called me to the phone. The other couple could not go. Their dog was sick and they did not want to leave it. Ben listened as I talked. We were going to be on time for our flight plan (bad weather forecasted for last leg of our trip). Ben and I took turns flying. On the last leg of the trip Ben was busy getting weather reports and drawing a weather map. We landed drove to town to purchase groceries. Ben purchased groceries for a week more that we needed. I did not act like I noticed. We were to the dock and ready for the bush plane ride of about 1.5 hours to the remote lake.
The weather was deteriorating as we lifted off the lake. Ben was looking very intent at his weather map. He leaned over and said something to the pilot. The pilot kept the engine running faster than usual. I knew he was in a hurry. We landed at the lake, the pilot dumped our stuff and told us when he would return, weather permitting.
It was great to be in the mountains. The loons were calling on the lake. We were far enough north that the sun seemed to be stuck in the northern sky. Ben was a little uneasy. He moved our things into the cabin and immediately began getting some firewood into the cabin. He also checked over the generator (needed to recharge the batteries for use by the radiotelephone). The cabin was small. I think Ben wondered how we could get another couple in there. Then I noticed that he has started to make up his bed on the porch before he called his wife.
I made up the bed in the cabin for two. Ben pretended not to notice. It started to rain. Ben made a fire in the stove and it felt good. We could hear the wolves howl. I told Ben that I did not like the idea of him sleeping on the porch. He turned to me and gave me a funny look. I thought now is a good as any time to tell him why we were here. He listened as doctor. He asked if I had my medical records. I took the copies out of my backpack. He moved the lamp closer to his side of the table and started studying my charts. I thought, I don’t need more of this dammed medicine stuff. Just inseminate me. Ben looked up at me. I think I found the problem. I moved over behind him and rested on breast on his shoulder. He acted like this was a common thing for me to do and pointed to my chart. He said, “See this. Your are ovulating with this first change in body temperature and not the second”. He moved some paper, “See the timing for these hormone profiles is wrong, but it does suggest that that you are an early ovulator”. I knew what this met. I was ovulating before I had been inseminated. I also knew that we were loosing time, I needed to be inseminated within the next six hours. We made some supper. Ben walked me to the outhouse in the rain. He then did his man thing standing up by a tree (no door on outhouses in the bush). We went back into the cabin and Ben fixed the fire for the night, and brought in his bedroll from the porch. I had my top off and I turned so he could see my breasts. I turned, took off my panties and slid into my huge double sleeping bag (big enough for guy on top sex). Ben turned down the oil lamp, positioned the matches by the lamp and blew out the fire. He then climbed in bed with me.
Ben did not waste time. He went for me in an aggressive passionate way. I went wild with passion. In a matter of minutes I had his plump penis in my hand. I pushed my pelvis towards him. He lifted himself between my legs. I positioned his penis in my vestibule. He pushed it completely in with one steady push. The feel of his plump penis surprised me. It did smart as it went in. I felt full, stretched and the pressure when he pushed it deep was immense. Suddenly, Ben was thrusting fast and hard. I must not have responded to suit him. He leaned down and took both of my nipples in his mouth. This drove me over the edge. He started thrusting faster and deeper. I grabbed by knees and pulled my legs up to my chest. Ben thrusted deep and I could feel him ejaculate. I had climax after climax. He went limp, but he kept himself hard pressed against me. I don’t think it was his plump penis as much as the thought of being impregnated that made that night a highlight of my sexual experiences.
Ben made love to me that night the same as he did when I thrusted my virginity upon him. I could feel my uterus draw warm semen deep into my pelvis. Ben would push deep into me and press his entire penis in. I would feel immense pressure and then I would have climax after climax. He would hold himself in me until I was gasping for air and almost passing out. Ben looked at me and said, “I want you to remember this moment when you are nine months pregnant!”
I awoke the next morning, the wind was blasting the cabin and rain was coming in torrents. Ben was up, the fire was going strong, hot water was on for tea, and Ben was looking at his had drawn weather map with a smile on his face. I got up in the nude and leaned over his bare back. Ben said, ” I am right on the weather. It is going to be bad weather for 10 days”. Ben turned slowly so my large breasts would not twist and hurt as he moved. He said, “Ruth, you must promise me that you will take a hiatus in your career and give this baby all of your time.
Ben did impregnate me with a baby boy. I had a great pregnancy and remembered the moments of conception when the ninth month came around. My husband and I had enough assets that we were able to get out of the rat race and move to a small mountain town. He has his own consulting business. By using our airplane, he is able to call on his customers. I am on staff at the local hospital and consult in occupational medicine. I found out that Ben’s wife had told him to inseminate me. Ben’s had only relayed her request for me to be a full time mother. I love this deer friend. The baby, that is nursing as I write this, is our second and husband’s child. During our stay at the cabin, Ben had suggested that chemicals in his workplace were making him infertile. I found in a very pleasant way that this was true. Yes, first time sex changed my life.
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