My True Experience with Sexual Intervention

There are many articles about artificial insemination, but most are fabricated fantasies by the authors. The plots and processes are very unrealistic, portraying artificial insemination as a wonderful sexual act between adulterers. This isn't entirely the authors' fault, as they can't write a true story without real experience.

Artificial insemination is often a last resort, and it mostly happens between close friends and family. My experience with artificial insemination happened a year ago with my wife's best friend, Wen; it's a true story.

Wen and my wife were college classmates and inseparable friends. Even after starting work and getting married, they remained inseparable, going shopping, getting beauty treatments, showering—basically, they were always together whenever they had time. I used to tease my wife about having lesbian tendencies.

Wen got married a year before my wife. After our marriage, my wife and I planned to wait three years to have a baby, wanting to enjoy our time as a couple. Because I didn't like using condoms, we used the rhythm method and withdrawal. However, my wife had two miscarriages, which Wen envied greatly, as they hadn't conceived in four years of marriage, and both of them had undergone tests, but no cause was found. Wen's mother-in-law constantly pressured her, so Wen often complained to my wife.

My wife later told me that Wen had actually been trying to conceive with me back then, but reality isn't like pornography where you can say whatever you want. So Wen often tested my wife in a half-joking way. Wen would often say things like, "Your husband is amazing, he can get what he wants so easily. Why can't I? I don't know if it's my husband's seed that's not good, or if my body is bad."

Eventually, my wife got annoyed by this, so she jokingly said, "Why don't you let my husband try your body? His seed is definitely fine." Wen immediately said, "Okay, as long as you agree. I'll just see if I can get pregnant. If I do, I'll get an abortion right away." My wife said that she could tell from Wen's eyes that Wen was speaking from the heart.

Later, Wen would often half-jokingly say things like, "When can I borrow your husband's seed to try?" My wife decided to let Wen borrow a seed after a fight between Wen and her husband. Wen's husband said some hurtful things, and Wen's mother-in-law also said some hurtful things. Wen cried in front of my wife all night.

My wife said to Wen, "Why don't you let my husband try it with you and see if it's your problem or his?" Wen said, "If your husband agrees, I'd like to try." Seeing that Wen wasn't crying so hard anymore, my wife half-jokingly said, "Which man doesn't want to cheat? It's just because he has a wife to keep him in check. I, as his wife, have agreed, and you're so beautiful, how could he disagree? He'd probably be overjoyed! That's how men are." Later, when my wife repeated these words to me, she looked at me mischievously.

Because of Wen's relationship with my wife, I knew Wen very well; she was quite a beauty. After my wife saw Wen off, she first tried to play the victim, crying and saying how pitiful Wen was because she couldn't get pregnant and was being bullied by her husband and mother-in-law. Then, in a pleading tone, she said to me, "Can we help Wen?" I said, "How can we help?" My wife said, "You're so capable, see if you can get Wen pregnant." I was surprised that my wife could come up with such a plan, but she was still quite conservative.

Thinking of Wen's beautiful appearance, although I was secretly overjoyed, I still had to put on a gentlemanly facade and say, "No, how could I do something to betray my wife!" My wife said, "Wen and I are like sisters. Seeing her like this makes me feel bad too, so let's help her this time! Just treat her like me. Besides, you've been with other women before, so why are you pretending to be a gentleman?" (I had confessed my premarital sexual history to my wife.)

Since my wife said so, I reluctantly agreed. The rest was up to my wife and Wen. I just had to wait and enjoy myself. At night, I always fantasized about Wen's smooth body and firm breasts. Sometimes when I made love to my wife, I fantasized that I was making love to Wen. But after many days, my wife never brought it up again, which made me very depressed.

About two weeks later, I wanted to make love to my wife one night, but she refused, no matter how much I teased her. Finally, unable to resist my advances any longer, she said, "Honey, just wait a couple more days. Wen's ovulation period is in a couple of days, so you should save up more to increase her chances of getting pregnant." Hearing this, I was overjoyed. So she was waiting for Wen's ovulation! Just two more days and I could enjoy Wen's body. I hadn't touched a woman other than my wife since we got married, and I was really looking forward to it.

Two nights later, Wen indeed came to my house. Wen, who was usually very natural, suddenly seemed a little reserved. I didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. My wife, on the other hand, remained very natural, taking Wen to the bedroom and saying something before Wen came out. My wife called me from the bedroom. When I went in, she told me to close the door and started taking off her clothes. I was a little taken aback. My wife looked at me and said, "What are you standing there for? Get in bed."

I undressed and got into bed. My wife started kissing me (she rarely initiated this before). I caressed her body, and with her kisses and caresses, I became aroused. My wife sensed this and immediately guided my penis to her genitals. I inserted it and started thrusting.

As I thrust in and out, I asked my wife, "Wasn't Wen supposed to be borrowing my sperm? Why are you doing it with me now that Wen's here?" My wife slapped my head and said, "You wish! You want to have sex with me alone? Let's do it first, and when you're about to cum, call Wen in. You can cum as soon as you're inside." I was stunned! My head was spinning after hearing that. All my previous fantasies were ruined. But at least I could penetrate Wen's body, which was still something.

Thinking about all this made me excited, and I started thrusting vigorously. But after about five or six minutes, just as I was enjoying the pleasure of thrusting, my wife asked, "How is it? Are you about to cum?" I said, "No, I can do it for a while longer." Two minutes later, my wife asked again, "Are you about to cum?" I said, "No." A little while later, my wife asked again, "Are you about to cum? Tell me in advance if you're going to cum." I was completely stunned.

I said, "If you keep asking me like this, I probably won't be able to cum even if we do it all night. I'll tell you in advance when I'm about to cum." After hearing this, my wife became obedient and started to respond to me. After a few more minutes, I felt like I was about to cum and said to my wife, "I'm about to cum." My wife immediately called out, "Wen! Come in quickly!" Wen came into the bedroom after hearing this, and when I turned around, I was stunned again: the breasts I had been waiting for were wearing a bra, and her lower body was wearing panties.

After Wen came in, she lay down on the bed, glancing shyly at my wife and me before starting to take off her underwear. My wife and I were still in the penetrating position. Seeing Wen remove her underwear, my wife gently pushed me away and nodded towards Wen, indicating that I should come over. I pulled my penis out of my wife's body and moved to the front of Wen, still feeling a little excited.

Wen kept her eyes closed. When I spread her legs, she cooperated obediently. I noticed that Wen's pubic hair, like my wife's, wasn't very thick, and her labia were a bit redder. Because my wife was there, I didn't dare look too closely. I guided my penis to Wen's vagina and gently inserted it. My penis had some of the fluid from my wife and me making love, and I noticed that Wen's vagina had also secreted a lot of lubrication. I guessed that hearing my wife and me making love outside had aroused her, so it went in smoothly.

Making love with another woman in front of my wife excited me. Now that I was inside Wen, why not enjoy it! I lifted Wen's legs and began to forcefully insert my penis all the way in, feeling the depth of her penetration, before pulling it back to the vaginal opening and forcefully inserting it again. Wen reacted, though she kept her eyes closed and gritted her teeth to remain silent (my wife was right next to me, haha), but more and more white vaginal fluid began to flow from her vagina.

After about a few dozen thrusts, our point of contact began to make pleasant "plop, plop" sounds. I glanced mischievously at my wife beside me, who rolled her eyes at me. Because this was a purposeful attempt to conceive, we agreed not to change sexual positions or touch Wen's body. Wen was still wearing a bra, and she couldn't make any lewd expressions or movements to cooperate, lying there like a wooden doll. However, looking at Wen's beautiful face and fair skin, and fucking her vagina, I was already very satisfied.

I continued thrusting for a long time, about ten minutes before I felt the urge to ejaculate. I deliberately slowed down the pace, pretending to be a little tired, so my wife wouldn't notice, wanting to thrust into Wen's body a little longer. After all, this was a rare opportunity, and who knew if there would be a next time! My wife wanted me to ejaculate immediately after penetrating Wen's vagina. Let her wishful thinking go to hell!

After a few more minutes of penetration, noticing my wife's pale face, and feeling I'd had enough, I thrust my penis deep into Wen's vagina, ejaculating all the semen I'd accumulated over the past few days inside her. After I pulled out, my wife immediately pulled Wen's legs up to her chest, arching her vulva to prevent the semen from leaking out. Seeing me intently staring at Wen's genitals, she pinched me and said, "Get out." I was utterly stunned. How could she be so heartless, using me and then kicking me out? She really treated me like a stud.

That night, Wen slept with my wife, probably afraid the semen would leak out if she woke up. The next morning, Wen got up and left, her face flushed as she said, "Thank you, brother-in-law." She didn't even dare look me in the eye before going home.

After Wen left, my wife grabbed my ear and berated me, blaming me for taking so long to ejaculate with Wen. Although I felt guilty, I pretended to be in the right place and gave a few reasons: First, you stopped me just as I was about to ejaculate, then called Wen in. After she came in, she started taking off her underwear, and by then my arousal had long since faded; it was already a miracle I could still get an erection. Second, Wen lay there like a wooden doll, never changing positions, so of course it wasn't easy to ejaculate. Third, with my wife nearby, I felt distracted and guilty, so I wasn't as sensitive.

My wife said, "You expect Wen to moan loudly and change positions for you to penetrate? You're dreaming." But I guess she felt there was some truth to what I said, so she didn't pursue it further. In the following days, I slowly savored Wen's body and the feeling of penetration.

I thought the matter was over, but after some time, my wife said that Wen called to say she had her period as usual, so it seemed she wasn't pregnant. She cried bitterly on the phone, saying she had given so much and got nothing in return. Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still very upset, guessing it was her fault, and feeling she owed her husband and me so much. I thought to myself, she really did owe my wife, but I felt like I'd gotten a great deal.

My wife said to Wen, "Try to think positively. How can you get pregnant on the first try? If the success rate were that high, wouldn't that be amazing?" Then my wife looked at me and said, "Let's help Wen again. We've already tried once, what's a couple more times? If she still can't get pregnant, it really might be Wen's problem. We've done our best, let's finish this good deed!" I was secretly overjoyed, but like the first time, I had to pretend to be helpless.

Two weeks later, Wen's ovulation period arrived. Wen came to my house as scheduled that evening. It seemed Wen was still very concerned about whether she could conceive. My wife still couldn't let go and insisted that we have sex first. My wife and I started having sex. After a few minutes, the bedroom door opened, and Wen came in without my wife calling her. I glanced at my wife and immediately understood that my wife and Wen had arranged it.

Wen was still wearing a bra, as if taking it off would change the whole situation. She came in and took off her underwear next to my wife and me. While I was still in a daze, my wife nudged me from below. I snapped back to reality and continued having sex with my wife. A few minutes later, my wife looked at me questioningly. I knew she meant she wanted to know if I was about to ejaculate. I thought to myself, my wife is too naive; no man would be stupid enough to only penetrate Wen when he's about to ejaculate.

I nodded to indicate I was about to ejaculate. My wife whispered, "Wen." Upon hearing this, Wen immediately got up, turned around, knelt on the bed, and arched her back

, lying face down. My head buzzed. This was my favorite sex position, and of course, the ideal position for fertilization. Clearly, Wen and my wife had discussed it beforehand. Excitedly, I aimed my penis at Wen's arched buttocks and thrust my hips forward, my entire penis instantly entering Wen's vagina. Because the rear-entry position was different from the first time I saw Wen's wooden expression, and Wen's body moved back and forth with my thrusts, plus each insertion bumped against Wen's fair, plump, and elastic buttocks, and I could hold Wen's slender waist with my hands, it was really enjoyable, much more so than the first time. I didn't care whether my wife next to me was willing or not, and began to enjoy thrusting vigorously.

After about a few hundred thrusts, I finally ejaculated with my penis deep inside Wen's vagina. When I ejaculated, I could even feel Wen's vagina contracting and relaxing, which felt very comfortable. After I pulled my penis out, Wen didn't move, still lying on the bed with her buttocks sticking up, but lowering her body and sticking her buttocks up even more, probably to make it easier for the semen to flow into her uterus!

When my wife saw that I had pulled my penis out, she still looked like she was abandoning me after I had served my purpose, and told me to leave. When I got up to leave, I was shocked to see that Wen had a pillowcase in her mouth. It seemed that Wen had orgasmed, but was too embarrassed to make a sound. No wonder I felt Wen's vagina writhing when I ejaculated.

The next day, Wen still said "Thank you, brother-in-law" to me before leaving, but she wasn't as shy as the first time. Clearly, Wen knew she wanted to thank not only my wife but also me.

This time, my arm was really bruised, from my wife pinching it. She realized that last night I had deliberately slowed down my thrusting several times before ejaculating, prolonging the time I spent with Wen. Seeing that I couldn't hide it from her this time, I retorted unreasonably, "I'm not a stud! You asked me to help Wen; you get friendship, but what do I get from being a stud? Can't I even have a good time? It's a thankless task. Go find someone else next time." I thought to myself that since my wife had said she'd help again last time, there probably wouldn't be another chance, and I couldn't let her have any leverage over me.

Seeing my confidence and since it was her suggestion, my wife gave in and quickly rubbed my arm, asking if it hurt. I pretended to be angry, but inside I was secretly pleased. Two

days later, Wen came again that evening. I looked at my wife in surprise; she obviously knew beforehand again, but hadn't told me. This time, my wife didn't do it with me beforehand. Instead, she said to Wen and me, "You two do it, I'm going to take a shower." Then she went into the bathroom. Without my wife beside me, I suddenly lost the excitement I had the previous two times.

After entering the bedroom, Wen still hadn't taken off her bra. I guess she felt that if she took it off, I would touch her breasts while I was penetrating her, which would be unfair to my wife! After Wen took off her panties, she spread her legs, waiting for my penetration. Although there was no foreplay, seeing a woman other than my wife with her legs spread and her vulva exposed, waiting to be fucked, my penis immediately became excited and erect. But when I aimed at Wen's vagina and tried to insert it, because there was no foreplay, Wen's vaginal opening was very dry, and I couldn't insert it. I couldn't do any foreplay like touching or kissing, so I had to apply some saliva to the glans so that I could insert it smoothly.

After about a dozen thrusts, Wen's vagina began to lubricate, and I increased the force and speed of my thrusts. After about a few minutes of thrusting, Wen spoke for the first time. She said, "I have to lie on my stomach." I immediately understood that Wen still wanted to use the rear-entry position for me to ejaculate, which was exactly what I wanted.

After switching to a rear-entry position, I started thrusting vigorously again. I thought that with my wife not around, I could enjoy making love with Wen properly, but people are just like that; my mind was always on my wife waiting outside, and I lost all interest. After a few dozen thrusts, I ejaculated.

I pulled out my penis, quickly put on my underwear, and left the bedroom. Seeing no one there, but the bathroom light was on, I went in and saw my wife sitting on the toilet, fully clothed. She looked surprised when she saw me and asked, "Finished?" I said yes. My wife rolled her eyes at me, laughed, and said, "This isn't like you!" Then she went out to find Wen.

The next day, when Wen was leaving, my wife held her hand and said, "Wen, if you still can't get pregnant, go to more hospitals for checkups! Don't be too forceful; sometimes the more you want something, the less likely you are to get it." Wen's eyes reddened. After hugging my wife, she still said "Thank you, brother-in-law" before leaving. This was also my wife's hint—that if she couldn't get pregnant again, she shouldn't rely on her husband anymore.

Two weeks later, when Wen was supposed to have her period, my wife wanted to ask her, but then thought she might upset her, so she didn't call. A short while later, my wife and I were having dinner when there was a knock at the door. My wife opened it and saw Wen. Wen hugged my wife tightly, excitedly exclaiming, "Jing, I'm pregnant! I can get pregnant! I'm okay!" Then she started crying in my wife's arms. My wife was also very happy and asked what had happened.

Wen took out a hospital diagnosis from her bag, and I noticed her hands were trembling with excitement. Wen said excitedly, "I realized my period hadn't come, and after a week it still hadn't come. I felt like I might be pregnant, but I couldn't believe it. I went to the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test, and it showed two lines! I still couldn't believe it, so I went to the hospital for a checkup, and the doctor said I was indeed pregnant. Thank you, Sister Jing! Thank you, Brother-in-law!" After saying this, Wen came over and gave me a hug as well. I saw my wife also crying tears of joy; after all, they were best friends.

That was the end of it. Later, my wife accompanied Wen to have an abortion. Wen cried very sadly during the abortion, telling my wife how wonderful it would be if the child were her husband's. This all happened without her husband's knowledge. Because of Wen and my wife's relationship, her husband wouldn't suspect anything if Wen stayed overnight at my house. Moreover, on those three occasions, my wife called her husband, asking him to keep Wen company.

This incident didn't affect my relationship with my wife. It's just that sometimes when we're having sex, my wife would tease me about it, saying things like, "Who's better, me or Wen?" or "Was it comfortable with Wen?"—all flirtatious remarks. When Wen and I met, we were still a little awkward, given the intimate physical contact we'd had, so we deliberately avoided meeting alone.

Wen later became pregnant. I don't know if it was the effect of psychological relaxation or if she and her husband had truly found a good doctor. After becoming pregnant, Wen invited my husband and me to dinner. Only my husband, my wife, and Wen knew the meaning behind this meal. Seeing how happy Wen's husband looked, I felt a little guilty. I didn't dare look him in the eye; Wen's husband is a very honest and good person.

This is my experience with artificial insemination, a true story. Unlike some articles with lewd descriptions, the story itself wasn't lewd at all. In real society, the lewd and incestuous stories depicted in pornography or books rarely happen. The writing isn't great, but its truthfulness is valuable. Thank you for sharing and reading!

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There are many articles about artificial insemination, but they are mostly fabricated by the authors, with unrealistic plots and processes. They portray artificial insemination as a beautiful sexual act between adulterers. This isn't the authors' fault, because without real experience, one cannot write a true story. Artificial insemination

is a last resort, and it mostly happens between close friends and family. My experience with artificial insemination happened a year ago with my wife's best friend, Wen. It's a truly true story.

Wen and my wife were college classmates, inseparable friends in college, and remained inseparable after starting work and getting married. They would go shopping, get beauty treatments, shower together, etc. Whenever they had time, they were together. I used to tease my wife about having lesbian tendencies.

Wen got married a year earlier than my wife. After our marriage, my wife and I planned to wait three years before having a baby, wanting to enjoy our time as a couple. Because I didn't like using condoms, we used the rhythm method and withdrawal. However, my wife had two miscarriages, which made Wen very envious, as they hadn't conceived in four years of marriage, and both of them had undergone tests, but no cause was found. Wen's mother-in-law constantly pressured her, so Wen often complained to my wife.

My wife later told me that Wen had actually been considering trying with me back then, but reality wasn't like pornography where you could say anything you wanted. So Wen often half-jokingly tested my wife. Wen often said things like, "Your husband is so good, he can get pregnant so easily. Why can't I? I don't know if it's my husband's seed that's bad, or my body that's bad."

Eventually, my wife got annoyed by this, and she jokingly said, "Why don't you let my husband try your body? His seed is definitely not a problem." Wen immediately said, "Okay, as long as you agree. I'll just see if I can get pregnant. If I do, I'll get rid of it immediately." My wife said that at that moment, looking at Wen's eyes, she felt that Wen was speaking from the heart.

Later, Wen would half-jokingly say to my wife, "When are you going to try borrowing your husband's sperm?" My wife decided to let Wen borrow sperm after a fight between the couple. Wen's husband said some hurtful things, and her mother-in-law also said some hurtful things. Wen cried all night in front of my wife.

My wife then said to Wen, "Why don't you let my husband try it with you and see if it's your problem or your husband's problem?" Wen said, "If your husband agrees, I'd like to try." Seeing that Wen wasn't crying so hard anymore, my wife half-jokingly said, "Which man doesn't want to cheat? It's just because he has a wife to keep him in check. I, as his wife, have agreed, and you're so beautiful, how could he disagree? He'll probably be overjoyed! That's how men are." My wife later told me these things with a mischievous look.

Because of Wen and my wife's relationship, I knew Wen very well; she was quite beautiful. After my wife saw Wen off, she first tried to soothe me with her sob story, crying and saying how pitiful Wen was because she couldn't get pregnant and was being bullied by her husband and mother-in-law. Then, in a pleading tone, she said to me, "Can we help Wen?" I asked, "How?" My wife said, "You're so capable, see if you can get Wen pregnant." I was surprised that my wife could come up with such a suggestion, but she was still very conservative.

Thinking of Wen's beautiful appearance, although I was secretly overjoyed, I still had to put on a gentlemanly act and said, "No, how can I do something that would betray my wife!" My wife said, "Wen and I are like sisters. Seeing her like this makes me feel bad too, so let's help her this time! Just treat her like me. Besides, you've been with other women before, so why are you pretending to be a gentleman?" (I had confessed my premarital sexual history to my wife.)

Since my wife said so, I reluctantly agreed. The rest was up to my wife and Wen. I just had to wait and enjoy myself. At night, I always fantasized about Wen's smooth body and firm breasts. Sometimes, when I had sex with my wife, I fantasized that I was having sex with Wen. But after waiting for many days, my wife never brought it up again, which made me very depressed.

About two weeks later, I wanted to make love to my wife one night, but she refused no matter how much I teased her. Finally, I couldn't resist anymore and said, "Honey, just wait a couple more days. Wen will be ovulating in a couple of days, so you can save up more to increase her chances of getting pregnant." Hearing this, I was overjoyed. So she was waiting for Wen's ovulation! Just two more days and I could taste Wen's body. I hadn't touched a woman other than my wife since we got married, and I was really looking forward to it.

Two nights later, Wen indeed came to my house. Wen, who was usually very natural, suddenly seemed a little reserved. I didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. My wife, on the other hand, remained very natural, taking Wen to the bedroom and saying something before Wen came out. My wife called me from the bedroom. When I went in, she told me to close the door and started taking off her clothes. I was a little taken aback. My wife looked at me and said, "What are you standing there for? Get in bed."

I undressed and got into bed. My wife started kissing me (she rarely initiated this before). I caressed her body, and with her kisses and caresses, I became aroused. My wife sensed this and immediately guided my penis to her genitals. I inserted it and started thrusting.

As I thrust in and out, I asked my wife, "Wasn't Wen supposed to be borrowing my sperm? Why are you doing it with me now that Wen's here?" My wife slapped my head and said, "You wish! You want to have sex with me alone? Let's do it first, and when you're about to cum, call Wen in. You can cum as soon as you're inside." I was stunned! My head was spinning after hearing that. All my previous fantasies were ruined. But at least I could penetrate Wen's body, which was still something.

Thinking about all this made me excited, and I started thrusting vigorously. But after about five or six minutes, just as I was enjoying the pleasure of thrusting, my wife asked, "How is it? Are you about to cum?" I said, "No, I can do it for a while longer." Two minutes later, my wife asked again, "Are you about to cum?" I said, "No." A little while later, my wife asked again, "Are you about to cum? Tell me in advance if you're going to cum." I was completely stunned.

I said, "If you keep asking me like this, I probably won't be able to cum even if we do it all night. I'll tell you in advance when I'm about to cum." After hearing this, my wife became obedient and started to respond to me. After a few more minutes, I felt like I was about to cum and said to my wife, "I'm about to cum." My wife immediately called out, "Wen! Come in quickly!" Wen came into the bedroom after hearing this, and when I turned around, I was stunned again: the breasts I had been waiting for were wearing a bra, and her lower body was wearing panties.

After Wen came in, she lay down on the bed, glanced shyly at my wife and me, and began to take off her underwear. My wife and I were still in the penetrating position. When my wife saw Wen take off her underwear, she gently pushed me and nodded towards Wen, indicating that I should come over. I pulled my penis out of my wife's body and moved in front of Wen, still feeling a little excited.

Wen kept her eyes closed. When I spread her legs, she cooperated obediently. I noticed that Wen's pubic hair was not much, just like my wife's, and her labia were a bit redder. Because my wife was next to me, I didn't dare to look too closely. I guided my penis to Wen's vagina and gently inserted it. There was fluid left from my wife and me making love on my penis, and I noticed that Wen's vagina had also secreted a lot of lubrication. I guessed that she had been aroused by hearing my wife and me making love outside, so it went in smoothly.

Having sex with another woman in front of my wife excited me. Now that I was inside Wen, why not enjoy it? I lifted Wen's legs and began to thrust my penis all the way in, feeling the depth, before pulling it back to the vaginal opening and thrusting it in again. Wen reacted, though she kept her eyes closed and bit her lip to remain silent (my wife was right there, haha), but more and more white vaginal fluid began to flow from her vagina.

After about a few dozen thrusts, our point of contact began to make pleasant "plop, plop" sounds. I glanced mischievously at my wife beside me, and she gave me a disapproving look. Because this was a purposeful attempt to conceive, we agreed not to change positions or touch Wen's body. Wen was still wearing a bra, and she couldn't make any lewd expressions or movements. She lay there like a wooden doll, but looking at Wen's beautiful face and fair skin, and fucking her vagina, I was already very satisfied.

I thrust continuously for a long time, about ten minutes, before I felt the urge to ejaculate. I deliberately slowed down, pretending to be a little tired so my wife wouldn't notice, wanting to thrust into Wen's body a little longer—after all, the opportunity was rare, and I didn't know if there would be a next time! My wife still wanted me to ejaculate immediately after penetrating Wen's vagina; let her wishful thinking go to hell!

After thrusting for a few more minutes, seeing my wife's expression change, and feeling I'd had enough, I inserted my penis as deep as possible into Wen's vagina, ejaculating all the semen I'd accumulated over the past few days into her vagina. After I ejaculated and pulled my penis out, my wife immediately held Wen's legs up to her chest, raising her vulva to prevent the semen from flowing out. Seeing me intently staring at Wen's vulva, my wife pinched me and said, "Get out." I was utterly stunned. How could she be so ungrateful, using me and then kicking me out? She really treated me like a stud.

That night, Wen slept with my wife, probably afraid the semen would flow back out if she woke up. The next morning, Wen got up and left early. Before leaving, her face flushed, she said to me, "Thank you, brother-in-law." She didn't even dare look me in the eye before going home.

After Wen left, my wife grabbed my ear and interrogated me, scolding me for taking so long to ejaculate with Wen. Although I felt guilty, I pretended to be righteous and gave a few reasons: First, you stopped me just as I was about to ejaculate, then called Wen in. After she came in, she started taking off her underwear, and by then my arousal had long since faded; it was already a miracle I could still get an erection. Second, Wen lay there like a wooden doll, never changing positions, so of course it wasn't easy to ejaculate. Third, with my wife nearby, I felt guilty and distracted, so I wasn't as sensitive.

My wife said, "You expect Wen to moan loudly and change positions for you to penetrate? You're dreaming!" But I guess she felt there was some truth to what I said, so she didn't pursue it further. Only in the following days did I slowly savor Wen's body and the feeling of penetration.

I thought the matter was over, but after some time, my wife said that Wen called to say she had her period as usual, so it seemed she wasn't pregnant. She cried bitterly on the phone, saying she had given so much and got nothing in return. Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still very upset, guessing it was her fault, and feeling she owed her husband and me so much. I thought to myself, she really did owe my wife, but I felt like I'd gotten a great deal.

My wife said to Wen, "Try to think positively. How can you get pregnant on the first try? If the success rate were that high, wouldn't that be amazing?" Then my wife looked at me and said, "Let's help Wen again. We've already tried once, what's a couple more times? If she still can't get pregnant, it really might be Wen's problem. We've done our best, let's finish this good deed!" I was secretly overjoyed, but like the first time, I had to pretend to be helpless.

Two weeks later, Wen's ovulation period arrived. Wen came to my house as scheduled that evening. It seemed Wen was still very concerned about whether she could conceive. My wife still couldn't let go and insisted that we have sex first. My wife and I started having sex. After a few minutes, the bedroom door opened, and Wen came in without my wife calling her. I glanced at my wife and immediately understood that my wife and Wen had arranged it.

Wen was still wearing a bra, as if taking it off would change the whole situation. She came in and took off her underwear next to my wife and me. While I was still in a daze, my wife nudged me from below. I snapped back to reality and continued having sex with my wife. A few minutes later, my wife looked at me questioningly. I knew she meant she wanted to know if I was about to ejaculate. I thought to myself, my wife is too naive; no man would be stupid enough to only penetrate Wen when he's about to ejaculate.

I nodded to indicate I was about to ejaculate. My wife whispered, "Wen." Upon hearing this, Wen immediately got up, turned around, knelt on the bed, and arched her back

, lying face down. My head buzzed. This was my favorite sex position, and of course, the ideal position for fertilization. Clearly, Wen and my wife had discussed it beforehand. Excitedly, I aimed my penis at Wen's arched buttocks and thrust my hips forward, my entire penis instantly entering Wen's vagina. Because the rear-entry position was different from the first time I saw Wen's wooden expression, and Wen's body moved back and forth with my thrusts, plus each insertion bumped against Wen's fair, plump, and elastic buttocks, and I could hold Wen's slender waist with my hands, it was really enjoyable, much more so than the first time. I didn't care whether my wife next to me was willing or not, and began to enjoy thrusting vigorously.

After about a few hundred thrusts, I finally ejaculated with my penis deep inside Wen's vagina. When I ejaculated, I could even feel Wen's vagina contracting and relaxing, which felt very comfortable. After I pulled my penis out, Wen didn't move, still lying on the bed with her buttocks sticking up, but lowering her body and sticking her buttocks up even more, probably to make it easier for the semen to flow into her uterus!

When my wife saw that I had pulled my penis out, she still looked like she was abandoning me after I had served my purpose, and told me to leave. When I got up to leave, I was shocked to see that Wen had a pillowcase in her mouth. It seemed that Wen had orgasmed, but was too embarrassed to make a sound. No wonder I felt Wen's vagina writhing when I ejaculated.

The next day, Wen still said "Thank you, brother-in-law" to me before leaving, but she wasn't as shy as the first time. Clearly, Wen knew she wanted to thank not only my wife but also me.

This time, my arm was really bruised, from my wife pinching it. She realized that last night I had deliberately slowed down my thrusting several times before ejaculating, prolonging the time I spent with Wen. Seeing that I couldn't hide it from her this time, I retorted unreasonably, "I'm not a stud! You asked me to help Wen; you get friendship, but what do I get from being a stud? Can't I even have a good time? It's a thankless task. Go find someone else next time." I thought to myself that since my wife had said she'd help again last time, there probably wouldn't be another chance, and I couldn't let her have any leverage over me.

Seeing my confidence and since it was her suggestion, my wife gave in and quickly rubbed my arm, asking if it hurt. I pretended to be angry, but inside I was secretly pleased. Two

days later, Wen came again that evening. I looked at my wife in surprise; she obviously knew beforehand again, but hadn't told me. This time, my wife didn't do it with me beforehand. Instead, she said to Wen and me, "You two do it, I'm going to take a shower." Then she went into the bathroom. Without my wife beside me, I suddenly lost the excitement I had the previous two times.

After entering the bedroom, Wen still hadn't taken off her bra. I guess she felt that if she took it off, I would touch her breasts while I was penetrating her, which would be unfair to my wife! After Wen took off her panties, she spread her legs, waiting for my penetration. Although there was no foreplay, seeing a woman other than my wife with her legs spread and her vulva exposed, waiting to be fucked, my penis immediately became excited and erect. But when I aimed at Wen's vagina and tried to insert it, because there was no foreplay, Wen's vaginal opening was very dry, and I couldn't insert it. I couldn't do any foreplay like touching or kissing, so I had to apply some saliva to the glans so that I could insert it smoothly.

After about a dozen thrusts, Wen's vagina began to lubricate, and I increased the force and speed of my thrusts. After about a few minutes of thrusting, Wen spoke for the first time. She said, "I have to lie on my stomach." I immediately understood that Wen still wanted to use the rear-entry position for me to ejaculate, which was exactly what I wanted.

After switching to a rear-entry position, I started thrusting vigorously again. I had hoped that with my wife not around, I could properly enjoy making love with Wen, but people are just like that; I kept thinking about my wife waiting outside, and I lost all interest. After a few dozen thrusts, I ejaculated.

I pulled out my penis, quickly put on my underwear, and left the bedroom. I saw that the bedroom was empty, but the bathroom light was on. I went in and saw my wife sitting on the toilet, fully clothed. Seeing me come in, she was a little surprised and asked, "Are you done?" I said yes. My wife rolled her eyes at me, laughed, and then said, "This isn't like you!" After saying that, she went out to find Wen.

The next day, when Wen was about to leave, my wife held her hand and said, "Wen, if you still can't get pregnant, go to more hospitals for checkups! Don't be too forceful; sometimes the more you want something, the less likely you are to get it." Wen's eyes reddened. After hugging my wife, she still said "Thank you, brother-in-law" to me before leaving. This was also my wife's hint, meaning that if she couldn't get pregnant, she shouldn't rely on her husband anymore.

Half a month later, when Wen was supposed to have her period, my wife thought about asking her, but then thought she might upset her, so she didn't call. Not long after, my wife and I were having dinner when someone knocked on the door. My wife opened the door and saw Wen. When Wen saw my wife, she hugged her tightly and said excitedly, "Jing, I'm pregnant! I can get pregnant, I'm fine!" Then she started crying in my wife's arms. My wife was also very happy and asked about the situation.

Wen took out the hospital diagnosis from her bag. When she took out the diagnosis, I noticed that Wen's hands were trembling with excitement. Wen excitedly said, "I realized my period was late, and after a week it still hadn't come. I felt like I might be pregnant, but I couldn't believe it. I went to the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test, and it showed two lines! I still couldn't believe it, so I went to the hospital for a checkup, and the doctor said I was indeed pregnant. Thank you, Sister Jing! Thank you, Brother-in-law!" After saying that, Wen came over and gave me a hug. I saw my wife was also moved to tears; after all, they were best friends.

That was the end of it. Later, my wife accompanied Wen to have an abortion. Wen cried very sadly during the abortion, telling my wife how wonderful it would be if the child was her husband's. This all happened without her husband's knowledge. Because of Wen and my wife's relationship, her husband wouldn't suspect anything if Wen stayed overnight at my house. Moreover, on those three occasions, my wife called her husband, saying she wanted Wen to stay and talk to her.

This incident didn't affect my relationship with my wife. It's just that sometimes when my wife and I have sex, she would bring it up and tease me, saying things like, "Who's better, me or Wen?" or "Was it comfortable with Wen?"—all flirtatious things to say in bed. When Wen and I met, we were both a little awkward, given the intimate physical contact we'd had, so we deliberately avoided meeting alone.

Wen later became pregnant; I don't know if it was the effect of psychological relaxation or if she and her husband had truly found a good doctor. After becoming pregnant, Wen invited my husband and me to dinner, but only my husband, my wife, and Wen knew the meaning behind the meal. Seeing how happy Wen's husband looked, I felt a little guilty and didn't dare look him in the eye. Wen's husband is a very honest and good person.

This is my experience with artificial insemination, a true story, unlike some articles with many lewd descriptions, because the matter itself wasn't lewd. In real society, the lewd and incestuous stories depicted in pornography or books rarely happen. The writing isn't great, but its truthfulness is valuable. Thank you for sharing and reading!

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