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My lips curled into a grin as I saw the change I’d brought about in her body, drawing out a little of the cum and rubbing it along her clit just to tease.
She shivered and my grin broadened.
“It only gets better for you from here, Angel. We’re going to be spending a lot of time together.” My fingers delved into her messy cunny, making her moan once more. “You’re my girl now.”
The Doctor and the Fertile Housewife
Book Themes:
Breeding, Two Impregnating Creampies, Cunnilingus, Simultaneous Orgasms, a Doctor and
his Patient, and a Cheating Housewife
Word Count:
4,360
“I’ve tried everything, Doctor, and we’re just not having any luck,” Roxy sighed, her hands on her cheeks. She didn’t bring Jack with her this time.
She had a sneaking suspicion that their inability to conceive was in part his issue. After trying for two years, he still refused to get his sperm checked, leaving her more and more frustrated.
Her hair spilled over her hands as her eyes filled with moisture, looking up at her Doctor through the blur of tears.
She was sitting with nothing more than a white sheet half draped over her, but at that point, it was hardly worth her modesty. Not that she had a body she needed to be modest about. Jack, for all his faults, still managed to take her on many fine vacations every year, and her manicure and tanned flesh spoke to her spoiled nature.
Another reason she didn’t want to force the issue too hard with her husband.
“He knows I’m working on this, that I want a child more than anything, but he’s just absolutely unwilling to do his part!”
Her doctor had been nothing but great through it all, the tall, handsome man a rock hard pillar of support. With his dark hair, neatly trimmed beard and achingly handsome good looks, he stood out from other doctors in many ways. He was young, though never came off as anything but wise and in control. So professional, but he had foregone a tie for an open collar that showed some of his hard chest, sprinkled with dark hair.
“It’s not your fault, Roxanne,” he said in his smooth, delicious voice, resting his hand comfortingly upon her shoulder. “The tests are in again, and like I’ve told you before… I’ve never had a healthier, more fertile woman in her prime step into this office. You are the absolute pinnacle of womanhood,” he said, his almond shaped eyes crinkling a little as he smiled to her, “and there is not a hint of doubt in my mind that the problem doesn’t lay with you.”
“Roxy,” she insisted, not for the first time. “And what good does that do me if he’s unwilling to help?” she practically pouted out through those thick lips. Even though she was only going to the doctor’s office, she still made herself up like she was going to a party, dark lashes fluttering up at him.
Her doctor was far handsomer than Jack, and when he crouched down beside her to look her in the eyes, it was achingly apparent just what a beauty of a man he was. His fair skin, his broad shoulders and hard body that filled out his suit so well.
“Well, if this is so important to you Roxy,” he said, speaking so gently as he moved his hand down to her forearm, “then you should consider some other alternatives. It’s clear your husband’s sterile,” he said sympathetically, “but you’re a gorgeous woman, in the prime of her life, and it’d be an absolute shame if you missed out on your opportunity to be a mother.” His smile widened, “I bet you would be the best of mothers too.”
She was so over dramatic, with the watery eyes that never spilled her tears and the trembling lip. She didn’t work, and had been longing for something to do to fill her days. Something to give her purpose.
Aside from that, all of her friends were going around showing off their swollen bellies on social media, and she wanted to join them.
“What other options?” she asked, as if she’d never considered them.
“Well,” he began carefully, that strong hand upon her arm so comforting, “there’s in vitro.” Though the way he said it hinted he knew that was not an option. “But for a woman so ripe and fertile, it seems a shame. An expensive shame at that,” he remarked with a dashing smile. “Maybe… you should consider finding another man,” he said, gazing into her eyes with his own emerald pair.
She dabbed the tissue he’d given her earlier to the corner of her eye as her gaze narrowed down at her Doctor. Even in her panic, she knew how delicious he was, and a woman like her? She’d have to have been a fool not to see the way he smiled at her. She shifted against the uncomfortable covering, her bare feet moving back to the metal of the examination table.
“Jack would be horrifically jealous if he found out,” she protested. “I couldn’t just find some random man off the street.”
His eyes widened in surprise, the handsome doctor a little struck by her interpretation.
“I mean… you could leave him for another man,” he said, but already he knew where her mind was headed. In what directions it reached. He licked his lips and up close he smelled so good, clean but with a hint of masculine musk. “But you know… if you’re intent on not leaving him, you deserve to be a mother still,” he offered up gently, stroking over her bare forearm. “If he doubted he was the father and demanded testing…” he shrugged his broad shoulders, “whatever comes through my office goes through me first.”
The insinuation was left there right for her, her dashing doctor looking at her with that gentle, masculine gaze.
Her lip slowed its trembling, letting the tissue rest upon her lap as she looked at him.
