The Difficult Experience of Seed Donation 1

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"Uncle, what are you looking at?" A clear child's voice woke me from my reverie. "Oh... Uncle isn't looking at anything," I said softly to the delicate, icy child in front of me. "Okay, honey, let's go home," my wife gently urged from beside me. I sighed deeply, took my wife's hand, and turned to go upstairs. We've been married for three years now; I don't even know when it happened...I developed a habit—every evening, without fail, I would go downstairs and stare blankly at a group of children playing. My wife understood my pain. She would always silently stay by my side, watching me foolishly as those innocent children played. She would only pull me home when everyone was gone… I don't know what sins I committed in my past life, but this personality trait of loving children more than myself resulted in my wife not getting any pregnant for two years. I tried everything, visiting almost every men's health clinic in the country. But despite taking a lot of medication, my wife's abdomen remained stubbornly flat. Gradually, my temper grew increasingly volatile, and a silent rift slowly widened between my wife and me. “Okay, honey, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you,” my wife asked gently. “Anything is fine, I don't have an appetite,” I replied lazily, sitting on the sofa. “Sigh…” My wife sighed deeply and turned to go to the kitchen. Seeing my wife's somewhat dejected figure, a feeling of guilt welled up inside me. After all, it wasn't her fault, it was mine. My sperm concentration wasn't high enough. Although the doctor said that even with less frequent intercourse, there was still a chance my wife could get pregnant, every attempt over the past three years had ended in failure. Even the frustration of not having a child had soured our once perfect married life; our sex life had become less harmonious. My wife seemed to have noticed these disharmonious factors as well, and she tried to change things, but to no avail. The food arrived quickly, and I listlessly ate my rice, letting out sighs of helplessness. "Honey," my wife looked at me, as if she was gathering her courage to say something. "What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled by her hesitant expression. "Well, um, I..." My wife hesitated more than usual, swallowing her words back. "Just say it! Don't beat around the bush!" I said impatiently, my tone becoming harsher. Seeing that I seemed a little angry, my wife quickly said, "Honey, actually...actually, I was thinking...could we try artificial insemination?" She seemed a little scared after saying that, lowering her head and avoiding my gaze. Hearing my wife's words, I felt a surge of anger. Her words deeply wounded my pride as a man. Was I really that useless? Couldn't even conceive a child, and now I was resorting to this method of stimulating my wife's uterus? "Is that so? You really think that?" I said to my wife with a forced smile. My wife, with her head down, didn't see the somewhat ferocious expression on my face. My tone didn't seem very angry. She continued softly, "Actually, I've wanted to do artificial insemination for a while now. Seeing how much you love children, we...we...Actually, it's all our own child anyway, it's just a bit more troublesome." Before she could finish, I abruptly interrupted her. I couldn't tolerate my wife's questioning any longer. I slammed down the bowl, grabbed my wife's hand, and yelled, "You...you think I'm really impotent? Now I'll show you how I got you pregnant!" With that, I forcefully pulled her towards the bed in the bedroom. "Honey, no, please listen to me," my wife pleaded behind me. "There's nothing more to say." Before she could explain, I pushed her onto the bed. I quickly ripped off her clothes, the force so strong it reddened her skin. Seeing the distorted expression on my face, my wife was too frightened to say anything more, only pleading in a low voice, "Honey, it's my fault, you...you go slower. Ah...it hurts." Her words were cut short by my rough actions. I forcefully tore open my wife's underwear, the elastic band stretching a red line down her stomach. With a tearing sound, the last bit of clothing covering her body was ripped away. Her fair, rosy body was completely exposed before me. Looking at my wife's full breasts and the two bright red nipples, my lust was instantly ignited. I quickly stripped off all my clothes. My penis was already hard and erect between my legs. Without any preamble, I forcefully spread my wife's legs, thrusting my penis in heavily. My wife's vagina, devoid of any lubrication, was too narrow for me, and coupled with the fact that I had never treated her so roughly before, my wife, pampered since childhood, had probably never experienced such rape-like abuse. The immense pressure and stretching from my hard penis caused her to cry out in pain, "Husband, please, slower, I...it really hurts so much!" But blinded by rage, I ignored my wife's feelings and just kept pushing my penis deeper inside. Little by little, amidst my wife's pitiful pleas, my thick penis finally reached the very end of my wife's vagina. I let out a long, satisfied sigh. My penis was completely enveloped by my wife's tight vagina, which occasionally twitched with pain, causing her vagina to contract rhythmically. The tightness of her vagina made my penis feel incredibly pleasurable. I quietly enjoyed this for a while, then slowly began to withdraw my penis. My wife's tight vaginal walls remained clenched, seemingly unwilling to let my penis leave. As I slowly withdrew, her labia majora were passively pulled out little by little, revealing the pink, tender flesh inside. Amidst my wife's constant pleas, I began to violently increase the speed of my thrusts. My penis slammed in, then violently withdrew. The dry friction of the glans against her dry vagina even caused me some pain. But this abnormal pain gave me a unique stimulation I didn't usually experience. I thrust faster and faster, my hands shamelessly kneading my wife's swaying breasts. My wife seemed to accept this perverse lovemaking. She stopped begging and slowly closed her eyes, letting me continue my frenzied torment on her. Seeing my wife's silent resistance, tinged with a hint of defiance, my anger flared up once more. I thought fiercely to myself, "You still have a temper? I refuse to believe I can't understand you." I began to thrust rhythmically, occasionally rotating the head of my penis inside her tight vagina. After a while, I straightened my body, pulling my penis slightly away from her vagina, leaving a small opening. Then I lowered my head and used two fingers to separate her thick labia majora. I pressed my thumb against her exposed clitoris. I knew that my wife's clitoris was the most sensitive spot on her body; normally, just touching it would make my beautiful and dignified wife tremble all over. This trick never failed. Sure enough, my wife began to react to my thrusting and rubbing. Her tightly closed eyes became hazy. Her lips parted slightly, and even her jaw trembled involuntarily. I patiently teased her for a while, and noticed that my wife's vagina began to secrete some fluid, making it slippery and less dry and difficult for my penis to move. At the same time, the head of my penis felt a slight warmth coming from inside her vagina, a warm embrace that made my whole body feel incredibly comfortable, as if all my hairs were standing on end. I knew my wife's desire had been aroused. I took a deep breath and thrust my hips forward. Sure enough, my wife's lubricated vagina offered no resistance as I penetrated her completely. I began to thrust my hips, moving my penis back and forth inside her, continuously stimulating her inner walls. I forcefully spread her snow-white thighs apart, allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper. Although my wife's eyes were still tightly closed, the soft moans emanating from her mouth told me that she was beginning to enjoy the immense pleasure my penis was giving her. Having not made love for three days, I felt exceptionally energetic. I continued my relentless thrusting on my wife's body, maintaining this high-speed rhythm without feeling the slightest fatigue. My penis pumped in and out of her vagina, the thick, hard shaft turning her tender, red inner flesh inside out. My wife finally couldn't hold back any longer; she began to writhe, her moans growing louder. A large amount of sweat mixed with semen flowed from where we were joined, running down her buttocks and onto the sheets. "Ah...good husband," my wife finally cried out softly, her legs tightly gripping my relentlessly moving waist. "...Husband, you're so amazing...ah...ah..." As my penis plunged deep into her again, my wife's entire body began to spasm violently, her vagina contracting intensely. An unbearable surge of excitement coursed through my body, and I could no longer hold back. A large amount of hot semen shot out from my urethra, directly into my wife's delicate vagina. It took me a long time to slowly recover from the afterglow of my orgasm. I slowly pulled my somewhat limp penis out of my wife's body. Looking down, I saw a large amount of thick, milky-white semen flowing back from her open vagina, running down her legs.Upon reaching the bed, the pristine white sheets were instantly soaked. It was as if the nameless fire within me had vanished with the ejaculation of my semen. A sense of remorse began to creep into my heart for my earlier rough treatment of my wife. I lowered my head and gently kissed her beautiful earlobe, whispering in her ear, "I'm sorry, honey, I really... I... that... that wasn't right. Let's wait another month, okay? I promise you, if this doesn't result in you getting pregnant, we'll go to the hospital." My wife didn't speak, only slumped softly onto the bed, panting beneath me. After a long while, she gently nodded.

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