My most unbelievably helpful wife

We have thought several times about keeping some sperm cells frozen for the future in the remote case that ageing reduces the possibility of getting pregnant. Although very expensive, we still think that it could be a good idea.

This subject came up again yesterday when, for a backache problem, I visited our General Practitioner, Antonio. Antonio is an Italian who moved here to study several years ago and decided to work for an International Clinic.

When I left my office, it was already 4,30 pm so my wife (HWW) came along too so we could do some Xmas shopping after the appointment. We had met Antonio (his real name is different but we need to protect his privacy) last year in a swinging bar and he had introduced himself as a professional GP. The atmosphere had been very relaxed but none of us had been in the mood to play at that time. He knew about our life and we knew about his secret but we decided these were not reasons not to consult him when we have a medical problem.

On the way to the clinic, my wife asked me again about freezing the sperm cells and for some reason I could see her aroused by this subject. We were on the last appointment of the day, so we start discussing with Antonio about new technologies to preserve sperm cells and he told us that a semen test was needed first to check on the sperm cell speed.

HWW: Can you do the test now?
A: I would need to collect a sample of his semen and send it to the lab by 6pm
Myself: How does it work? The only time I have ever seen this was on a Woody Allen movie and there were porn magazines to help the men while the wives waited outside.

We all laughed and Antonio suggested we should move the lab to the swinging bar. Anyhow, he opened a drawer and handed me a little plastic container and asked me to be sure to fill it to at least half a centimetre. The toilet was next door but, believe me, it is very hard to get hard in such a sterile, white environment - a cock in one hand and a plastic container in the other. I started trying to think about something exciting but the only image which came to mind was the swinging bar. But we had never played there, so I had to think of something else. After five minutes of useless stroking, I came out of the toilet laughing and told them that it was too difficult and I wanted to try at home.

A: You can, but you will then have only 2 hours to bring it back to the lab!
HWW: He he, I can help ...
A: Would you guys like to give it a try here?

A bit embarrassed, I said that it could be an idea and took her by the hand to go the toilet. Antonio suggested he leave the room and at very same moment HWW said "You can watch, if you like?". Needless to say, the atmosphere warmed up, I reached over HWW and unzipped my pants while our GP sat down in his big leather chair. [Just think of the whole scene "I went to visit the doctor for a back ache problem and now the doctor is watching my wife giving me a blow job to make my cock hard"]

It didn't take me long to get rock hard. I love when HWW slides her adorable lips around my erection. We had no intention to go any further with Antonio, though, and we asked him just to watch this time. He was murmuring in Italian something like "bella troia, bella puttana" and the more he was saying this the more HWW was pushing her head hard down on my cock. She likes to be encouraged in a different language, like that movie A Fish called Wanda.

I was about to come and so I did, forgetful of the purpose of the blow job. It was supposed to be for medical reasons, but I had ended up unloading my balls into HWW's mouth. Very quickly I asked her not to swallow and placed the plastic cup beneath her chin where she slowly spat everything in. I took a picture with my smartphone but I prefer not to publish that here just yet.

A was left with his cock in his hand and we told him that we preferred to go home. Maybe next time. Anyhow, that was a totally unexpected experience. Don't I have a very helpful wife?