Rectal Insemination

Jim and Christina met after college graduation. A friend of a friend invited them both out one night and, after a couple of drinks, they hit it off while the friend of a friend left them to it. Time slipped away from them like water through open fingers. The shitty music, the piss and hops aroma, the congested room and the smoke gathering above everyone. They talked and talked, shared and shared, and soon it was closing time and they were told by the barkeep to leave.

Neither wanted to depart each other, so Jim went to Christina's studio apartment downtown above a bakery. Even when the store was closed, her apartment smelled like sugar and warm dough. The night continued on seamlessly, like their history was the most thrilling, enticing book they couldn't tear their attention from.

Night gave way to twilight, and twilight into dawn. Sunlight lanced through the window above her TV, filling the room with radiance. Both were exhausted. Eyes red-rimmed, heads heavy, the alcohol from the night before working its way through their pores. When Christina asked Jim: "Would you like to a take shower?" as though they hadn't been strangers twelve hours ago, he quickly said: "Absolutely."

The tub was small and short and Jim bumped his head against the showerhead when he tried to wash his front, but they laughed and giggled and made small jokes throughout the debacle. Their first time being nude together yet it felt like their thousandths. They both got a good look at each other once they were done and out of the bath. Christina was short and brunette, her hips were wide and breasts were heavy, and Jim was tall and lanky with short dark hair and hardly had muscle at all, but Christina thought: What muscles he doesn't have is made up down there.

Then what came next was expected, as if they knew from the first moment they met. Their bodies melded together, two pieces lost and now together. Hands roved and groped skin, lips and tongues ran up necks and sucked nipples, they stumbled as one from the bathroom into Christina's bedroom. She was wet and he was erect by the time she was beneath him, grabbing the comforter and pulling herself further onto the bed.

And when he slid his cock into her it was smooth and warm and both felt like they couldn't have found a better match. He was gentle when she wanted, but rough when she demanded, and as their sweat coated bodies ground against one another, Christina's hips pivoted up into Jim's pelvis, they both shuttered and moaned as Christina was filled with Jim's seed.

Afterwards, they lied together, nude, on her bed in silence. No talking was necessary. Just being at the same place was enough for them. As the sun raised, they knew their time must come to an end. Jim had work in two hours and Christina tutored at the elementary school in three. Slowly, dragging out what they dreaded the most, they got back into their clothes, exchanged numbers, and departed.

I

Days together gave way to weeks, weeks to months, months to years since that fateful morning. Life and its routine went by faster than either would've liked, moments fleeting like fireflies in the night. One minute they were a couple, the next they were living together, then engaged, then buying a home and getting married. Marriage breathed new life into the flames of their love, as if their fire needed more to burn.

They didn't have much money, spending what little they did on the wedding, so they spent their honeymoon at home, unhooked and unhinged from the outside world. Spending their days like teenagers discovering the opposite sex for the first time. Each room became another place they shared spit and fluids; the couch and chair, dining and kitchen table, the stairs to the second story and the steps down into the cellar... The one section of the home they didn't use, for it was too damp and creepy for Christina.

After what felt like years, the honeymoon came to an end and they slid into routines that matched one another. Christina waking up early to start the coffee, Jim getting in the shower and letting it run so Christina would have warm water when she first stepped in; they both left and come about the same time every day. Nights were spent on the couch watching TV or playing board games on the living room floor, or if they were feeling energetic, a walk in the park a few blocks down. Weekends were a mix of socializing and vegetating, sometimes they wouldn't leave the house, other times they would be gone majority of the time, but at the end of the night, no matter what, they would be in bed together, cuddling, soon to sleeping or making love.

It wasn't spoken about but it was always known they both wanted to be parents. Jim wished for a little boy and Christina wanted the same, though she wouldn't be upset if they had a daughter. As though all their love making up until now had been practice, they took to consummation as seriously as their marriage. Days marked on the calendar hanging in the kitchen, alerts programmed into their phones, ensuring nothing conflicted with her cycle because a child was paramount in their next step together.

But no matter how much they tried, how much they made love, how much they researched the best things to do for procreation--foods, exercises, weight loss, weight gain, specific blocks of time during the day or night--Christina could not become pregnant.

They considered adoption but they wanted their first to be a little bit of both of them, though it wasn't off the table for their second... or third; they considered going to the doctor but that felt like it must be a last resort, plus they weren't wealthy and the cost alone was jaw dropping; they asked for advice from friends who had already given birth, even twice, and followed everything to the letter... Yet, it still wouldn't happen.

II

They sat in car at the intersection, a red light facing them. Christina stared out the window at the cloudy blue sky while her hand rested on Jim's leg, bobbing impatiently. Some song they didn't now played quietly on the radio, in sync with the turn signal clicking noise, and cold air blew through the dashboard vents. It was going to be a nice outing, a break from the baby talk and their futile attempts. Walk around the mall, go to dinner, catch a movie, then head home to give it one more try.

The light turned green and Jim's foot left the brake, pushed onto the gas, and turned the wheel to the left. The opposing traffic had a red light, the sun glaring on their windshields, obscuring the drivers and passengers.

Christina faced her husband and went to ask a question when Jim's eye went wide and his mouth open in a scream and Christina turned back to find what her love was terrified of to only see a semi-truck filling the entire window, the entire sky, the entire world and before she could scream herself, they were hit head-on. There was crunching and screeching, metal bending and breaking, glass shattering and spitting, the tires burnt black marks across the pavement as the semi continued on, ignoring the metallic shrieking, pleading to be saved. But eventually it did, and eventually, people gathered, and finally someone called 9-1-1 and sometime later, help arrived.

They each stayed in the hospital for a two weeks, although Christina miraculously barely got injured during the crash. Her forehead got cut and the side of her body was badly bruised, ribs, too, but no broken bones, no internal damage, nothing but migraines and weakness to one side. She'd make a full recovery.

Jim on the other hand was severely injured, despite being on the opposing side of where the truck hit. Internal bleeding, bruising seemingly everywhere there was skin, busted blood vessels in his eyes, one of which was temporarily blind, and other things Christina didn't want to know; only knowing that her husband would live, that he would recover, that he would still be with her after this tragedy ended.

Before they could be discharged, Dr. Reys sat down with both of them. He fidgeted with his pen on his clipboard, but he kept his eyes locked onto Jim. Christina sat at her husband's bedside, hands together. The doctor ran a hand over his bald head, and began to tell them both what they would expect when they went home. Jim wouldn't be able to work and he'd have to take it easy for a while, at least a month. No exercise, no lifting anything overhead, no long walks, avoid stairs as much as possible. He was to simply rest and recover, that was all. He handed Christina a sheet of paper with simple guidelines to follow with her husband's condition. They'd have follow-ups every thirty days to ensure all's well, but after sixty days, he would be fully recovered...

Except for one thing. There was silence, then Dr. Reys continued. During his injuries, he sustained hemorrhaging in his scrotum. It caused a tear at the base and middle of penis, damaging the system between it and the testicles. Without getting into the medical mumbo-jumbo, the Doctor said, simply he could no ejaculate through his penis any longer. He could still use his penis to urinate, it could still become hard, but no semen would pass from it any longer.

Christina couldn't hold back her tears, and Jim's hands shook as he held his wife's hand. He cried silently and looked at the sterile lights overhead, wishing that God could reverse the horrible news he just received... But, Dr. Reys went on, there is an experimental surgery that could possibly give Jim the ability to ejaculate again. The married couple's gaze laser-locked on the Doctor, and Christina asked what it was. He repeated it was experimental but there was a way to connect the spermatic cord through artificial tubing to another part of the body, and Jim would be able to ejaculate. Fully functional.

Jim asked what it was, and the Doctor said it would connect to his rectum. It wouldn't affect his bathroom habits, nor become infected by stool, as long as he followed the hygienic guidelines given to him after the surgery. The husband looked to his wife, and his wife looked into her husband's eyes, and they knew without a doubt they would agree to whatever needed to be done because they wanted a child more than anything.

III

The surgery was a success and after months of recovery from the wreck and the surgery, Jim was as good as he was going to be. He still had some hip pain and for whatever reason, he was prone to tension headaches, but he was grateful for everything the medical staff had done for him. But that was all over and they sat in their living room, starting at the TV but not watching, Christina thinking about the subject they've yet to bring up or attempt: sex.

Although the doctor assured them countless times that the possibility of a baby was there, that everything was connected and ready to go, they couldn't approach the barrier of making love now that Jim couldn't ejaculate from his penis. How would it go, exactly? Would they have sex like normal until Jim was ready to cum, then he would... What? And how would we know when he had to? Would he feel it in his penis or elsewhere? What about premature accidents? What if he believed he's about to cum and it's not cum, but...

Christina shook her head. She didn't want to think about. Jim was her husband. He was still the man she loved years ago, the man she planned to stay with until the very end. And maybe she had to be the one to breach the issue? Jim could be ashamed of what happened, embarrassed that his manhood no longer worked the same as it did only a year ago. It would explain why he hadn't tried once to touch her in that way.

She inhaled, ran her hand over husband's crotch and when he turned to her, she kissed him, her tongue exploring the cavern of his. One thing naturally lead to another and the volcano of their long, long break between now and the last time they made love erupted. Everything was hot and they were sweating and clothes were flung and when she slide onto his cock and got on top of him, Jim wrapped his arms around her waist and stood, carrying her while he fucked her to the bedroom. Moisture filled the air and sweat glistened on their writhing bodies, and damn did Jim feel as amazing as he always did, filling her insides so well, and Christina was open and wet, fluids coating his groin and the blankets beneath them.

Jim felt the twinge of orgasm, the ghost feeling of cum preparing to shoot, but he didn't know what to do, where to go, how to position himself, but Christina knew the look on his face from all the times before and she pushed him off of her. He stood and stepped back, his cock throbbing, and she got onto the floor, carefully rolled onto her upper back, spread her legs above her, her hands keeping her balanced and propped up, though blood began rushing to her face.

Are you sure? Jim asked and she said, Yes. So Jim turned, stood over his wife, and placed his rectum to her vagina. At first he didn't know what to do with his body but then it came as naturally as anything else and when he bared down, he came the hardest he had in years. His body shuttered, his muscles tightened, and he moaned while sperm shot from him into her, his penis was still hard and sensitive and Christina jerked him off and although there was no cum, it still felt as though he ejaculated warm semen into the air.

Then it over, and Jim maneuvered around Christina and helped her to sit onto the bed. He sat by her and wrapped his arm around her while she nuzzled her head into his shoulder. The sweaty air filtered out through the open window. Ten or so minutes later, they stood and went into the bathroom to shower.

IV

A day became two and two became four and soon enough it was two weeks later, and they had made love nearly every day. Jim's new way of ejaculating was as seamless as it was before. And, one morning Christina awoke nauseous, sick. She couldn't stomach her go-to foods and lay in bed the entire day, taking off work. When Jim came home, his wife was still there, watching something on TV. He sat on the edge of the mattress and ran his hand through her blonde hair.

She still felt ill, and the same thought popped into their heads at the same time. He said nothing as she darted from the bed into the bathroom, the door closing behind her. Jim idly watched the detective show on TV, and Christina came out holding the test she had become so familiar with over the years.

Her smile told him all he needed to know, and she gripped it tightly as she sat onto his lap, wrapping her legs and arms around his torso. Jim didn't care to see the tiny screen, the two little lines, her kiss solidified what they have always wanted in all the years of their marriage. He held back a chuckle, because it took him nearly dying to do so, but... It was worth it. She was worth it.