Artificial Insemination

It was pillow talk, I had just screwed my wife to a strong orgasm and as she dipped her fingers into the goo oozing from her body she said “Wow, Willow could use some of this.”

“What do you mean?”

Val rolled her head toward me “She’s been trying to get pregnant for almost two years but Art can’t get the job done. Apparently he has some hormone imbalance and can’t produce healthy sperm. He’s basically sterile.”

My wife was talking about her younger sister and brother-in-law. Art married Willow four years
earlier and I knew they had been talking family but hadn’t started one yet. Now my wife was telling me why “They can’t have kids?”

“He can’t. They’ve been to a knock up doc and he tells her she is fertile but poor Artie is firing blanks.”

I had to question her choice of words. “Knock up doc?”

“Yeah, you know, a fertility clinic.”

“Oh, that’s someplace you don’t need to go, seems to me you get pregnant every time I wave my dick at you.”

“Come on, I’ve only had three kids, if I counted right you’ve fucked me at least seven times.”

Val’s eyes glinted with anticipation when I asked “You want to try for eight?”

I forgot about the conversation about Willow but Val didn’t. Three weeks after our intense bedroom scene, she hit me with it “Hey, you want to be a daddy again?”

I’d heard those words before and my mind stuttered, three kids was enough but now she was going to tell me had another little person growing inside her? “Now what, did you forget to take the pill or something?”

She sidestepped my question with “I told you Willow and Art have been going to a fertility clinic, well they’ve decided to try artificial insemination.”

“A test tube baby?”

“Not a test tube mix, they would implant live hot little sperm from a donor. They select a sample from a list of donors then the doctor inserts it and hope it does the job.”

“So if she gets fat, the baby wouldn’t be from Art.”

“Not biologically but in every other way he would accept it, that’s part of the counseling they have to go through, his reaction to her getting some strangers seed inside her.”

“Wow, I’m glad my balls work right.”

My wife looked at me, an odd cast to her eyes, “There’s more,” she hesitated as her throat swallowed nervously “Willow wants you to be the donor.”

Her statement stunned me. I stared at her as the words echoed in my ears then asked “She wants my semen? She wants me to be the daddy of her kid? What the hell does Art think of that, or you?”

Val paused for a few moments, I could see the answer forming slowly, accurately in her mind “She and I have talked a lot about this, and at first I was shocked that she would ask but after she explained her reason for wanting a donation from you I understood. It took me a while to agree but she’s right, this is the best thing she can do. There won’t be any guesswork, she’ll know who the father is and that is the most important thing for her. She has to know for sure she is getting, as she put it ‘quality sperm’, not some batch of unknown freaks from a crack addict who jacked off for $20 so he could buy a rock.”

“So you agreed, what about me, don’t I get a choice in this? Her kid would be half brother or sister to ours, did you think about that? What does Art think about this?”

Val looked at the ceiling and took a deeper breath before looking back at me “Art wouldn’t know, it’s been hard enough for him to accept the whole idea and Willow thinks that if he knew you fertilized her he wouldn’t be able to deal with it. We expect to be around each other until we die, he might not be able to accept that his kid is your spawn every time we get together. Art can’t know.”

Two hours later I was lying between Val’s thighs coming off a strong sexual high. As my waning
erection slipped from her the only thing on my mind was Willow getting pregnant from me. Even though I didn’t agree to anything with Val, the thought of impregnating Willow even by proxy turned me on. After all, how many men get to sire kids with two sexy and willing sisters? The idea made me hot, my balls churned at the prospect.

Two days later Willow came to our house and sat with me and Val at the kitchen table. She was visibly nervous, almost terrified because she was there to formally ask me for my seed, the two women thought it best if she asked me openly and I knew what was coming. As she struggled to look at me my nuts reacted to her and for the first time in my life my sister-in-law’s physical presence stirred my lust.

She didn’t waste time, she looked me directly in the eyes, her words were hurried “You know Art and I can’t produce a baby and we have decided to have one artificially but I don’t want an anonymous donor so I talked to Val and came to only one conclusion I want a donation from you so I can have a baby!” She spit the whole story out in one sentence, rushing to get it into the open. She took a deep breath, turned bright red then focused on her hands which were clamped together, white knuckles showing her stress.

My prick turned to a boner under the table. I knew it was perverted but the second head on my body doesn’t think, it just reacts and it was reacting to Willow’s wish.

Without going into boring detail of the conversation between the two women and myself I will tell you that by the time Willow left the matter had been settled, I was to go to the clinic and tell them I was there to make a donation for Willow. Once I’d done my part the doctors would implant my live sperm inside her then hope one of the little fuckers would swim straight. That night as I delivered load of tadpoles to my wife I was thinking I could save the doctors some trouble if I could insert a few million eager little specimens seven inches into Willow myself. The shadowed thought of actually fucking my sister-in-law to make her pregnant was working hard on my libido, Val benefited by having a double orgasm.

Val went with me to the clinic and after the interview, forms and advice, I was sent to a little room to jack off into a sterile glass vial. I had to chuckle when I went into the small cubicle, there were pictures of naked women on the walls, porn magazines on a table, a small bed to lie on and even a small flat screen TV with a DVD player attached.