Smiling, I push open the door and step into our bedroom, knowing full well that the sedative I slipped into Starling’s coffee earlier still has at least two hours until the effects wear off. Crossing the room, I sit down beside her sleeping form, taking in the way she’s kicked off the covers in her sleep. Her ass is still propped up on a pillow, her legs spread wide, her nakedness so explicitly enticing that I have to squeeze my cock through my pants to quell my renewed desire for her.
Reluctantly leaving her, I grab one of my T-shirts from the closet, then pull it over her head, feeding her arms through the sleeves, then wiggling it down until her breasts and stomach are fully covered.
Staring between her legs, I slip one finger into her wet cunt, feeling the remnants of my release inside of her. I know that I need to clean her up and position her in a much less provocative way before I can bring the doctor in here, but I don’t want to.
Reluctantly grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom, I carefully clean the remnants of all the times I fucked her last night from her folds, promising to dirty her back up again later, the moment I have a chance. Pulling the pillow from beneath her, I replace it with a towel, then drag my T-shirt lower until she’s completely covered, her perfect body hidden beneath my clothes.
Taking a second towel, I use it to cover her lower half the same way the gynecologist did the last time she went for a check-up. I’d insisted on accompanying her, but her doctor had kicked me out of the room before she performed her exam.
Once I’m happy that she looks like she’s fallen asleep waiting to be examined and not like she’s been drugged and thoroughly fucked by someone with a somnophilia kink, I take the signed waiver I have ready and then head to the door.
Opening it, I smile resignedly at the doctor. “Dr. Harris, it seems my wife has taken a mild sedative in preparation for the exam. She’s asleep, but she has left a signed waiver, giving her permission to be examined in her current state.”
This is the same thing Evan did when he drugged Sammy and had Dr. Harris remove her birth control while she was unconscious. He also injected her with fertility drugs to help get her pregnant, which is where I got the idea from.
I know Starling said no to the shot, but she has agreed to me using her body as I see fit and to having a baby, so in theory, I’m not doing anything outside of the remit of control she’s already agreed to.
“This is most unusual,” Dr. Harris mutters as I guide him into the room and over to the bed.
“She got ready the same way she does for her gynecologist appointments, and she’s requested that any shots be given in her buttocks, as they hurt more in her arms given how tiny and slim she is.”
Placing his doctor’s bag on the end of the bed, Dr. Harris looks to me, then to Starling. “Is there somewhere I could wash my hands?”
I point to the bathroom, hiding my triumphant grin until he’s walked away. I hear the water running, and a few moments later he returns, opens his bag, and takes out disposable gloves and a package of sealed medical equipment.
Pulling the gloves on, he unseals the sterile bag and withdraws a metal tray, placing it onto the bottom of the bed.
“I’ll do an external inspection, followed by an internal examination, then we can discuss any fertility treatments.”
“Perfect,” I say on a nod.
“I’ll need to…” he clears his throat.
“Let me,” I offer, folding the towel and T-shirt covering her pussy back far enough that she’s on display. Lifting her back, I slide behind her, then reach forward and position her legs so that her thighs are parted and her knees are bent, her feet resting on the mattress while I hold her in place, my eyes fixed on her cunt.
Clearing his throat again, Dr. Harris performs a fast but seemingly efficient examination of my wife’s pussy before placing all of the equipment and his gloves back into the sterile bag.
“Done?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says.
Lowering her legs, I cover her back over, then slip out from behind her, taking a seat beside her on the bed. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything appears fine. There are some small abrasions, but as…” He swallows thickly. “You’re actively trying for a baby, they seem normal and in line with regular but vigorous intercourse.”
“She did mention she was a little sore this morning. We’ve been…well, we have an active and very healthy sex life,” I say, grinning widely. “So, the hormone shots?”
“As I mentioned, Sebastian, you’re young and healthy. How long have you been trying to get pregnant?”
“It’s a recent decision, but we’re both eager to make an heir, and we’re willing to do whatever it takes. As I’m sure you’re aware, my family comes with certain expectations, and one of those is to ensure the line continues to prosper. My parents only had one child. Starling and I hope to provide our families with a brood of grandchildren to spoil, and we want to get started on that as quickly as possible. So, are there any downsides to the fertility treatment?”
“There are some mild side effects, but?—”
I interrupt. “Could the treatment be detrimental to either Starling or me, or our children?”
“No, but.”
“Perfect,” I say, interrupting him again. “Then how often would we need to receive the treatment?”
