Masturbating To Get Pregnant

My name is Angela and I have been reading Solo Touch for a while now since a rather kinky ex-boyfriend shared it with me a while ago.

I had a strange experience happen to me last year, and have just decided to write it down and submit it. It is a true story with only minor details changed to protect us....

I suppose the setting has everything to do with this story since I work in a doctor's office. But its not just any doctor, its a fertility specialist in a large city in the south who is well-known for his expertise in helping couples conceive that other doctors had written off as being unable to have children. It's a wonderful place to work when he is successful and the couples conceive. It doesn't happen overnight, as you probably know.

One of my duties is to assist the doctor when he performs an artificial insemination. It's a simple procedure but when done with the right timing and with an extra push from technology it works within two to six months.

It basically involves the wife receiving an injection a couple of days before she typically ovulates to make sure that an egg is expelled, and then coming to the office a couple of days later to have the husband's sperm injected into the woman's upper vagina.

This means that the husband either has to provide a semen sample to his wife to be brought in; or, as preferred because of the danger of contamination the other way, the husband providing the semen sample at the office.

At our office we have a room especially designed for that purpose with a comfortable chair and a modest collection of men's magazines. I've witnessed many a red-faced husband who was handed a collection cup and told that he needed to go into the room and masturbate, and then bring the cup back to the nurses. A few had asked if their wife could 'help,' at which time they were told that it was all up to them (solo) because their wives were being prepped to receive the semen. While this is one of the more interesting areas of the office, I don't often deal with the husbands. I am the one who is prepping their wives.

I've been doing this for over seven years. I'm in my early 30's, single, and, as I said, really enjoy my job. I calm the women down who are there for the first time. They are understandably nervous because of the new people and surroundings. I do what I can to comfort them and put them at ease; and have received many compliments on my ability to do just that. The more comfortable the woman is, the more likely she will be able to conceive.

Last spring I had a new patient named Erin. She was in her mid-30's and was quite attractive. Tall and lean with beautiful natural blond hair that was pulled back in a pony tail, she looked like a Nordic goddess and much younger than her age indicated. He blue eyes were piercing and they, with her high cheekbones made her almost too beautiful to look at.

As I found out later, she had married about eight years ago. She was now a teacher at a private school in the city. Her husband was a lawyer and was very handsome.

I remember the first time she was in for insemination quite well. It was a warm spring day and she came in wearing a beautiful sun-dress with a bright print. She wore sandals that she let hang off her foot as she waited for me to prep the table and room. She wore no bra with her backless sundress and seemed to exude a sexual energy I was not used to seeing in the examination room.

I introduced myself and we chatted for a minute about the weather. I then told her she needed to undress and put on one of the blue gowns.

She was not too shy about slipping out of her dress and panties and putting on the gown. Wearing what she was wearing, she was, unlike most, completely nude under the gown. Her breasts were hidden behind the larger top part, but I managed to glimpse a dark areola with hard nipples on what looked like a small 'B' cup. She sat on the edge of the exam table waiting for the doctor to come in. I broke the ice with her asking about how long they had been trying to get pregnant.

She said they started trying about 3 years into the marriage, about 5 years ago. She quit taking birth control and had expected to get pregnant quickly as the women in her family were know for getting pregnant quite easily. When she didn't, they kept trying for three years, until they went to their family doctor, who referred them to one fertility doctor who looked at their chart and gave them little hope. It was then they were referred to our office.

I asked her how her husband felt about doing his part in the procedure. She said, with a little embarrassment, that he wasn't too happy about having to do that in the office, but they wanted a baby so badly that they were willing to try anything. She did say, however, that he had to meet her here at the office because he had a meeting to get back to an appointment that he couldn't change.

I mentioned that it sounded typical of men, getting to have their fun and then leaving. I had hoped that she wasn't offended by the comment. She laughed and just said, 'yeah.'

It was then that the doctor came in and told her that he had the sample and it was in the centrifuge for a few minutes. He explained that it was a way of concentrating the sperm and giving her eggs a more concentrated attack. Erin laughed. The doctor told her to put her legs in the stirrups and he examined her briefly. He said that he would inject the semen into her upper vagina, that it wouldn't hurt at all, and all she had to do was lay there for 15 minutes to give the sperm the best opportunity to get where it needs to go. He told her to sit up and asked her if she had any questions.

She said she had one. She hesitated and I thought it was the usual question about having additional sex after the insemination. Instead she asked if he had heard about any research that she had run across that said that women who orgasm after receiving the semen have a better chance of getting pregnant.

He said he had read about it but at this point didn't think that it increased the chances much at all, so he said that it shouldn't be something she should worry about. With that he dashed out the door.

After he left Erin was silent for a few moments, then turned and asked me if I had heard anything about what she had asked the doctor. I told her I had and that it seemed like they might have something there, but were unable to say for sure at this point. I shared that scientists had often wondered about the biological purpose of female orgasm since it wasn't required for reproduction and that the orgasm/post-insemination theory might be an answer to that.

I asked what she thought about it and she started to blush deeply. She said that she wanted a baby so bad and that she was afraid that she wouldn't have very long to try since she was in her 30's. I went over to her and took her hand trying to comfort her. I told her I knew our doctor was very good and that they would be having a baby in no time.

She said she knew, but that she wanted to be sure she was doing everything she could.

'You mean,' I asked, 'you want to give yourself an orgasm while you wait after the insemination?'

'Yes,' she said meekly.

'Erin,' I said, 'I think that is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard. I know you are going to love your baby so much and you are going to have a wonderful family.'

'Thank you,' she said looking up at me shyly.

'But I have to tell you that I have to stay in here to clean up. I'm not supposed to leave.' She didn't say anything. I thought for a minute. 'Its ok, you do what you need to do and I'll just go about my business.'

She smiled at me.

'Are you sure you don't mind?' She was sincere in her question.

'Erin, I told you I was single. I masturbate regularly and don't worry about it a bit. It's what we women just have to do sometimes!'

'You do?'

'Oh yes. I sometimes even drag out the heavy equipment.' I forced a laugh.

'You do?'

'Yes,' I said almost too proudly. 'I have three vibrators of different types. Gave one a workout this morning before I came to work.'

'Thank you for telling me that. I feel better.' She paused a moment. 'Do you masturbate often?'

'About two or three times a week. Sometimes more, sometimes less.'

'I...' She paused. 'My husband and I haven't been having much sex lately other than when I'm ovulating. I have been masturbating more than I did when I was a teenager.' She blushed hard again.

'I truly understand.' I said. 'And it's a wonderful thing you are doing to make sure you are doing all you can to become pregnant. And I don't mind at all.'

'I've been wondering if I could actually do it in a doctor's office, but I know I need to do it here to make sure it helps.'

'Just close your eyes, pretend I'm not here, and imagine you are at home just enjoying it.'

After about five minutes the doctor came in with the sample and the large syringe used for the insemination. In a matter of a minute he was done and had told her to just lay back, that she could put her legs down, and that I would tell her when it was time to go. He then darted out the door.

I took the used instruments and began preparing them for sterilization, and cleaned up the general area.

I went about my tasks with my back to her, and after a couple of minutes I turned around to get some other equipment. Erin was laying back at a 45 degree angle on the table with her legs spread. Her eyes were closed, and her right hand was at her mound, gently rubbing her clitoris. She masturbated silently as I continued my work. She would occasionally let out a little breath.

I could tell she masturbated regularly. Her right hand rested atop a fluffy blonde tufted pubic mound so her middle finger could make gentle circles. Her French-manicured fingernail looked like an underscore to her clitoris as her fingertip danced around.

As I worked I was so conscious of her presence in the room I could barely concentrate. After a couple of minutes I detected the distinct sound of a very lubricated vagina being massaged. Erin's hand was now moving vigorously up and down.

I have to admit, I was quite intrigued and, to be honest, more than a little turned on. Here was this proper schoolteacher who was in the middle of an exam room masturbating herself to orgasm just so she could have a better chance at getting pregnant.

She looked radiant as she played. She was delicate, yet determined; innocent, yet sexy; pure, yet wanton. I felt a sudden urge to plunge my own hand into my scrubs and finger myself wildly. I settled for watching surreptitiously.

After about five minutes she spoke quietly.

'Angela?'

'Yes, dear?'

'How long has it been?' She asked.

'About seven minutes since he inseminated you.'

'I'm worried that I won't be able to finish by the time I am supposed to go.'

'That's ok, honey,' I said. 'You just keep going and I'll make sure nobody bothers us.' I stuck my head out the door and the corridor was not busy. I knew there probably wasn't another patient for a half-hour.

'I'm sorry I have to do this in front of you.'

'I told you, I understand. I would probably do the same thing if I were you. But I need to find a boyfriend first.'

'Its just taking me longer than it normally does.'

'You are just nervous,' I said. 'Just relax and enjoy the feeling. Don't think about why you are doing it; just enjoy giving yourself an orgasm.'

I now just stood by the counter in the office watching her as she masturbated. Her eyes were still closed and her arm covered them as well. Her right hand was moving more rapidly as she rubbed her clitoris alternately in circles then up and down.

Her excitement caused her wetness to almost flow out of her. I couldn't help but notice a stream of her fluid had puddled under her, causing a semi-circled stain on the paper covering the table. The semi-circle extended a good four inches.

I could tell she was focusing on the pleasure she was giving herself rather than the need to orgasm. This seemed to do the trick as she opened her eyes and looked directly at me, though I'm sure she wasn't able to focus well. Her chest and neck were flushed deep burgundy.

Her body glowed as she neared her climax. She jerked occasionally as she got ready to orgasm, then began lifting her pelvis up and down slighty to meet her insistent hand.

I watched enraptured as she orgasmed and her body convulsed. She kept rubbing herself through most of her orgasm, letting a little noise escape from her throat until she just froze in place, shaking for about three seconds. From where I was standing I could see her vulva contracting rhythmically as the pleasure of her orgasm paralyzed her.

After about six seconds, she went limp on the table.

She was silent for about a minute as she caught her breath.

'Thank you,' she said quietly. Her face and chest were flushed from her orgasm. I suspected she would have been blushing but there was no way to tell.

'I hope you get good news soon.' I said.