"How could they expect us to fork over that kind of money?" Connie groused, tossing the glossy brochure onto the kitchen counter. Her eyes searched George's face for some glimmer of hope, but he just sighed and rubbed his forehead.

George, ever the practical one, said, "I know it's a lot, Connie, but we've been through so much already. Maybe it's time to consider other options."

Connie felt a knot tighten in her stomach. "Other options? Like what?"

George looked down at his hands, his voice barely above a whisper. "Adoption. Or... we could just accept that maybe we weren't meant to be parents."

Connie's eyes filled with tears. "We can't just give up, George. We've dreamed of this for so long."

George's shoulders slumped. "I know, I know. But we can't keep throwing money at this and getting our hopes crushed."

Connie wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. "There has to be another way."

A few weeks later, Sara, a friend from their infertility support group, called with an unexpected referral. "There's a clinic," she said, her voice brimming with excitement, "that does IVF for a lot less. They're new, but they have a good success rate and they're eager to help."

Connie's heart raced as she scribbled down the information. "How much?" she asked, holding her breath.

Sara's voice was clear on the other end of the line. "Forty thousand dollars. It's still a lot, but it's a fraction of what we've been looking at."

Connie's eyes widened, and George's head shot up. "Really?" he echoed her hope.

Sara nodded. "They're unconventional, but they have a great reputation. And they're not just in it for the money, they genuinely care about helping people."

With a glimmer of hope, Connie and George decided to give the new clinic a chance. The drive there was tense, their hearts racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. As they walked through the doors, the modern, yet cozy waiting room did little to ease their nerves. But as they met Dr. Menzies, a small, but fiercely optimistic woman with a warm smile, something within them relaxed.

"Connie, George," she greeted, her firm handshake belying her gentle demeanor. "We're going to do everything we can to help you achieve your dreams of parenthood."

Dr. Menzies's office was filled with the faint scent of lavender, a deliberate choice to soothe her patients' anxieties. Connie and George sat side by side, clutching each other's hands as the doctor spoke with a confidence that was both reassuring and infectious.

"Our approach here is a bit... old school," she began, a twinkle in her eye. "We've gone back to basics. We've found that sometimes, the most effective methods are the simplest."

Connie leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

Dr. Menzies leaned back in her chair, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Well, we've gone back to the roots of fertility treatment. We've identified a group of highly potent sperm donors whose genetic material shows an unusually high success rate in achieving pregnancies. It's a bit unorthodox, but our statistics speak for themselves."

Connie and George exchanged puzzled looks. "What exactly does that mean?" George ventured.

Dr. Menzies's smile grew wider. "It means we've found that the most successful form of insemination is the natural method. Our donors, or 'breeders' as we call them, personally perform the insemination." She paused, letting the words sink in. "The intimacy of the act seems to have a profound impact on the success rate."

Connie felt the blood drain from her face, while George's grip on her hand tightened. "You mean..." she started, her voice trailing off as the reality of what the doctor was suggesting dawned on her.

"Yes," Dr. Menzies said matter-of-factly, "Our donors will perform the insemination naturally, ensuring the highest chance of conception."

Connie's mind reeled. "But George and I, we're in this together. Can he be present?"

Dr. Menzies nodded. "Absolutely. In fact, we encourage both partners to be present during the process. It can be quite... bonding," she said, her eyes twinkling. "And we've found that it makes the experience more comfortable for everyone involved."

The first 'warm-up' session was scheduled for the following week. Connie felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as the day approached. George was equally apprehensive, his mind racing with questions and concerns. They discussed it at length, weighing the potential discomfort against their desperate desire to start a family.

The day arrived, and Connie selected a sundress that hugged her curves just right, with delicate lace panties beneath. She knew she had been instructed not to climax before coming to the clinic, so she had George give her the most tantalizing oral pleasure she had ever experienced. He had licked and teased her clit, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy before stopping abruptly, leaving her desperately craving release.

As they arrived at the clinic, they were ushered into a dimly lit room, the walls adorned with soothing art and the bed dressed in crisp, clean white sheets. Max, the sperm donor they had been assigned, was already waiting for them. He was indeed an average-looking man, with a kind smile and a gentle demeanor. He wore a hospital gown that was open in the front, revealing his erect penis, already prepped and gleaming with a clear gel.

Max's eyes met Connie's, and she felt a strange mix of arousal and vulnerability. He stepped closer, his hand outstretched. "Hi, I'm Max. We're going to make this as comfortable as possible for you both." His voice was soothing, almost hypnotic.

With trembling hands, George began to unbutton Connie's dress. He took his time, his eyes never leaving hers as he revealed her soft, naked skin. Connie felt her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Max offered a gentle nod of encouragement, his gaze lingering on the curve of Connie's breasts before he turned to a small side table, where a collection of toys and oils were neatly arranged.

"It's important that you're both relaxed and ready," Max said, his voice steady. "Connie, I need you to stay on the edge. Think of it as building the anticipation."

With a deep breath, George took Connie's hand and placed it on his own erection, which was already straining against his pants. She felt his heat and the firmness of his length, and a jolt of excitement shot through her. He kissed her gently, then stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to undo his zipper.

Connie's heart raced as George's pants fell to the floor, revealing his hard cock. Max nodded in approval. "Good," he said, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet room. "Now, George, I want you to sit on the bed, and Connie, you straddle him."

Connie's legs quivered as she positioned herself over George's lap, feeling the heat of his cock against her damp pussy. She leaned back slightly, her breasts heaving with each breath. Max picked up a small bottle of oil from the side table, the clear liquid glistening in the soft light. He coated his own cock before turning his attention to George.

"Now, George," Max instructed, his voice a gentle command, "I need you to guide Connie onto you. Slowly, just the tip at first."

George's eyes met Connie's, filled with a mix of love and anxiety. He nodded, his hand shaking slightly as he positioned her above him. Connie felt the tip of George's cock brush against her folds, the anticipation making her wetter than she had ever been. She took a deep breath and began to lower herself, feeling him enter her inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming, the pressure of his cock against her walls sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Max watched closely, his hand stroking his own erection, ensuring it remained at its peak. When George was fully seated inside her, he nodded. "Perfect," he murmured, his gaze intense. "Now, George, I need you to thrust into her, but only a few times. We want to make sure she's good and lubricated for the main event."

George nodded, his eyes never leaving Connie's as he began to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her with gentle strokes. Connie gasped at the sensation, her body responding instinctively to the pressure. The room was filled with the soft sounds of skin on skin, punctuated by Max's steady breathing and the occasional moan from Connie's parted lips.

After a few moments, Max spoke up. "George, I need you to cum inside Connie. It's essential for the natural lubrication."

George's eyes widened, but he nodded, his strokes becoming more urgent as he felt himself nearing the point of no return. Connie bit her lip, the sensation of him filling her up and the anticipation of what was to come making her tremble. With a few more deep, powerful thrusts, George's cock swelled, and he released his hot, sticky seed deep within her.

Immediately, Max stepped forward, his own erection standing tall. He positioned himself behind George, who held onto Connie tightly, his cock still inside her. The sight of Max's cock was surreal to Connie, so much thicker and longer than George's. Her eyes widened in shock and a hint of fear as she felt the tip of Max's cock press against her swollen pussy, right beside George's, which was now slowly going soft.

With a gentle but firm push, Max entered her, the feeling of two cocks inside her simultaneously making her gasp. It was tight and intense, the sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. She could feel the slight squelch as they both filled her, the pressure making her feel incredibly full.

George's eyes went wide, and he could feel Max's cock touching his own, a foreign and arousing sensation that he never thought he would experience. Despite the situation, he felt his cock harden again, a testament to the primal urge to claim and be claimed. He tightened his grip on Connie's hips, his own arousal spiking as he watched Max begin to thrust into her.

Connie's moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure and pain as the two men filled her completely. George's cock slid back inside her alongside Max's, and the sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt. It was as if their love and desire for a child had manifested into this strange, intimate dance of flesh.

The room was filled with the sounds of their hushed panting and the slick sounds of their bodies moving together. She could feel every inch of Max's thick length as it slid in and out of her, stretching her tight walls and sending shudders of pleasure through her body. It was so intense, so primal, that she couldn't help but lean back against Max, her hands clutching at his shoulders for balance.

Connie's cunt was a tight, hot sheath for the two cocks that filled her completely, the velvety softness of George's cock sliding against the unyielding hardness of Max's. Each stroke brought a new wave of sensation, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that had her toes curling and her nails digging into the bed. The feeling of being so utterly filled was overwhelming, a fullness she had never experienced before.

As Max's strokes grew deeper and more demanding, George's cock slipped out of her, his own climax spent but his desire for his wife still strong. He watched with a mix of awe and arousal as Max's cock took over, the thick, veiny shaft plunging into Connie with a determination that spoke of the potent seed he carried. The sight of his wife, her face a mask of passion and need, was almost too much to bear.

Max's rhythm grew steadier, his hips moving with the precision of a man on a mission. He pushed himself deep into Connie, the full ten inches of his cock disappearing into her body. She felt stretched to the brink, but the pleasure was unlike anything she had ever known. The way he filled her, the way he claimed her, it was as if she was being impregnated by the very essence of masculine fertility.

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as Max's cock slammed into her with a ferocity that made her eyes water. She could feel the head of his cock nudging against her cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to milk him for the precious seed he carried.

Connie looked down at George, whose cock now lay glistening and semi-hard against his stomach. He met her gaze with a look of pure love and need, his own desire reflected in the way he watched Max claim her body. With trembling hands, she reached down and stroked him back to life, feeling his hardness return beneath her fingertips.

Max's hips bucked wildly as he felt himself nearing climax. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face a mask of concentration as he drove his cock into her with everything he had. Connie could feel the head of his cock nudging against her cervix, the pressure building with each powerful thrust.

Finally, with a guttural groan, Max released his load, the warmth of his semen flooding her womb as he emptied himself into her. The sensation was indescribable, the feeling of being filled so completely by another man's seed. She could feel his cock pulse with every spurt, filling her with a primal sense of satisfaction.

Connie's orgasm crashed over her in waves, her body convulsing as she came harder than she ever had in her life. The contractions of her cunt milked Max's cock, drawing out every drop as he gasped for breath, his hips still jerking with the aftershocks of his climax.

As Max's cock finally slid out of her, Connie collapsed onto George's chest, her body trembling with the intensity of the experience. She could feel the sticky warmth of their combined seed leaking out of her, a testament to the potent fertility that had just been unleashed within her.

Max stepped back, his cock now limp but still glistening with the evidence of his release. He offered them both a gentle smile, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Remember, it's important to keep still for the next few minutes," he advised, "To give the sperm the best chance to reach the egg."

Connie nodded weakly, her breath still ragged and her body trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. George wrapped his arms around her, his own cock now fully erect again, his love for his wife shining through the haze of their shared experience. They lay there, entwined in each other's arms, as the reality of what had just happened sank in.

George slipped his cock back into Connie.

Max nodded, his eyes never leaving the intimate scene before him. "Good, good," he murmured. "Remember to keep it slow and steady. You want to keep her walls nice and open for me next time."

Connie and George exchanged glances, their hearts racing. "Next time?" Connie whispered, her voice barely above a gasp.

Max nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "This is just the first step, Connie. We need to make sure we're all comfortable with the process before we move on to the actual treatment."

Connie's mind raced as she felt George's cock slide back inside her. The thought of going through this again, of being filled with Max's potent seed, was both terrifying and exhilarating. But the desire for a child was stronger than her fear. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "We'll be here next Thursday."