Indian Sex Stories Motherhood From Special IVF -Pt 1 (Searched Online)

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Motherhood From Special IVF -Pt 1 (Searched Online)

I am Shaalu from Mumbai. I was just watching my daughter perform a dance on her school stage. She is now in Junior Kindergarten. My minds raced. How my deserted life blossomed with the arrival of my beautiful daughter, Dhwani, 3 years ago.

Oh! The remembrance itself is exciting. Readers may be surprised to see the title of my story. Yes, it was blindfold and in a way an IVF. The difference I will tell later. Now read on.

My marriage was not a fairy tale event like what all girls dream in their college days. But it happened without any planning when I was only twenty years. I wanted to study further, complete my MSc. But fate had decided other way. I lost my father on the day of the results of my BSc final.

I came home with joy to inform my parents but my father’s body was waiting for me. He had left this world due to an accident near his office at while returning from his office at LBS Road, Kurla. My mother was devastated. My father had not made any big savings.

As he was struggling to save for my marriage, we stayed in a rented flat at Nahur East. Just three months after the demise of my dad, the landlord asked us to vacate the flat as we had not paid rent. We were devastated. My mother thought of seeking the help of local corporate who was influential in that area.

So, that evening we went to his house which was nearby and waited for his arrival. Mr. Naik, the MLA came by seven and heard our plight. He assured help and asked us to come the next morning. Next day he not only paid the balance rent of flat but also suggested us to shift temporarily to a guest house of their party.

We were very happy with his help. A day after we shifted to the guest house, Naikji met us there and asked me if I am ready for marriage to one of his friend’s son at Indore. His argument was that it will reduce the load on my mother. My mom also agreed and he invited his friend and son to the guest house to meet us.

They came by car which indicated that are well to do. The bridegroom was not bad looking, and he was doing a business in Indore. The only drawback was that this was his second marriage as the first wife had passed away two years ago. Though the age difference was more than 12 years, as he had no issues, we agreed.

Mr. Naik himself shouldered all expenses of the marriage. I shifted to my in husband’s house a week later and Mr. Naik had helped my mom and to buy a small flat nearby. He also gave a job to my mother in his office. It was almost a year later that I came to know that all the courtesy shown to us by Naik was not just kindness.

He was interested in my mother who was still good looking. So he had arranged to send me to Indore. Mom had initially refused but finally agreed for his advances as she had no other way out and she also needed a companion. Anyway, I don’t want to write much about that in this story.

Coming back to my own story, after marriage the very first night I got to know about my husband. He slept snoring within few minutes of general talks. In the coming days, months and years I remained a virgin, thanks to his ED and PE issues. It was during the first year I came to know that his first wife, in fact, divorced him because he could not consummate the marriage.

They had a huge ego and family pride if not anything else. Divorce that too citing any issue from his side as a reason was a big disgrace to them which had happened to him once. So I never raised the topic of children or to divorce him. Often I used to look at myself in the mirror.

My unused 38+ boobs were quite big and erect and looked much bigger as the stood on my lean waist. I was rather tall with long thighs, good color, and big eyes. My long hair was the envy of all. Overall every head used to turn when I went anywhere and I was proud of myself. What use was the pride when my body remained untouched?

After three years of our marriage, all of a sudden my husband started to take interest and talk about children. Often he would say how nice it would be to play with kids moving around in the house and such talks became frequent. I was wondering what he had in mind. Was he planning to adopt? I was not averse to adopting a child.

One evening he raised the issue of IVF from a donor. I was surprised, baffled and could not speak. Was it he who was speaking this? What may be the reason? Was he really interested in kids? I just could not understand. He went on to say that I can Google and find out which are the best place for IVF.

I was dumb stuck with his words. Next week he asked me if I had made any searches. I said in negative and he again told me that he is serious and want the kid to smile in the barren house. So I started to find out from Google. There were many. But the reviews also told to be cautious as many are frauds and there were chances of HIV and such stories.

So I thought to forget it and adopt a child. But it kept on coming in my mind to try for IVF as I can become a mother myself. Whenever I saw my heavy boobs in the mirror I was feeling them becoming tighter with the thought of my child suckling them. How good that feeling maybe?

Once I was scanning through Facebook posts which were one of my past times. In one of the Facebook page by ID ‘Sexy bhabhis & aunties’. I once saw a message from a reader in Indore. I read it with interest. He had asked any housewife wanting children can contact him for IVF. He had given his e-mail ID.

I thought about this man for a few days and then decided to send an email which was harmless. I introduced myself and asked about his procedure and the expense involved. By evening I got the reply. He wrote that he runs an IVF center to help women who desire to have their own child.

He has helped many women to get children and they are all very happy now. When I asked him to send his photo he declined and also told me not to send any of my photos. He told that he does so to ensure confidentiality from both sides. Neither he nor the woman who wants children should know or able to identify each other.

That looked strange but I somehow got interested. On further prodding, he told that he is helping women through IVF (His abbreviation of IVF was different which I came to know later and will tell later on) and further details only in person. I was in dilemma now. Is it genuine?

They may take advantage and blackmail me later, what if it doesn’t work. What if the donor semen is infected? All these thoughts were coming to my mind and were unable to take any decision. But the urge for the child was increasing day by day. After a couple of days, he sent few photos of kids, male and female whom he boasted were born with his IVF technique.

OMG, their kids were not just kids but looked like angels. So beautiful, very good complexion and looked very adorable. That ended all my dilemma and I decided to try it out. Anyway, I had the sanction of my husband to try any means. I asked him to mail me the details of where and how to meet the IVF Centre.

Within an hour I received a long reply. He clarified that he would keep the identity very discreet. For that, he explained that I and also donor will remain complete strangers. This would ensure that in public we will not be able to recognize or even tell the child some years later about the biological father.

That was an excellent idea. His one more condition was that first, their doctors will examine me. Also, the donors may be different on my different visits. That will also protect the identity of the donor. Having somewhat convinced with his mail I decided to check it out.

Next day I searched his place which was a resort on road to Mandav. Within a few minutes of my reaching the resort, a lady came and welcomed me. She also explained a few things and was then taken to another room where a gynecologist examined me. She was smiling. She said something to her assistant and also to some other person on phone.

Afterward, she asked a few details from me like age, year of marriage etc. My blood sample was taken. She then told that the days were not fertile. She asked me to meet on a few specific dates after knowing my last MC date saying that they need to do IVF on fertile days so that chances of success would be more. I returned and felt better on visiting them and seeing the facilities.


I am Shaalu from Mumbai. I was just watching my daughter perform a dance on her school stage. She is now in Junior Kindergarten. My minds raced. How my deserted life blossomed with the arrival of my beautiful daughter, Dhwani, 3 years ago.

Oh! The remembrance itself is exciting. Readers may be surprised to see the title of my story. Yes, it was blindfold and in a way an IVF. The difference I will tell later. Now read on.

My marriage was not a fairy tale event like what all girls dream in their college days. But it happened without any planning when I was only twenty years. I wanted to study further, complete my MSc. But fate had decided other way. I lost my father on the day of the results of my BSc final.

I came home with joy to inform my parents but my father’s body was waiting for me. He had left this world due to an accident near his office at while returning from his office at LBS Road, Kurla. My mother was devastated. My father had not made any big savings.

As he was struggling to save for my marriage, we stayed in a rented flat at Nahur East. Just three months after the demise of my dad, the landlord asked us to vacate the flat as we had not paid rent. We were devastated. My mother thought of seeking the help of local corporate who was influential in that area.

So, that evening we went to his house which was nearby and waited for his arrival. Mr. Naik, the MLA came by seven and heard our plight. He assured help and asked us to come the next morning. Next day he not only paid the balance rent of flat but also suggested us to shift temporarily to a guest house of their party.

We were very happy with his help. A day after we shifted to the guest house, Naikji met us there and asked me if I am ready for marriage to one of his friend’s son at Indore. His argument was that it will reduce the load on my mother. My mom also agreed and he invited his friend and son to the guest house to meet us.

They came by car which indicated that are well to do. The bridegroom was not bad looking, and he was doing a business in Indore. The only drawback was that this was his second marriage as the first wife had passed away two years ago. Though the age difference was more than 12 years, as he had no issues, we agreed.

Mr. Naik himself shouldered all expenses of the marriage. I shifted to my in husband’s house a week later and Mr. Naik had helped my mom and to buy a small flat nearby. He also gave a job to my mother in his office. It was almost a year later that I came to know that all the courtesy shown to us by Naik was not just kindness.

He was interested in my mother who was still good looking. So he had arranged to send me to Indore. Mom had initially refused but finally agreed for his advances as she had no other way out and she also needed a companion. Anyway, I don’t want to write much about that in this story.

Coming back to my own story, after marriage the very first night I got to know about my husband. He slept snoring within few minutes of general talks. In the coming days, months and years I remained a virgin, thanks to his ED and PE issues. It was during the first year I came to know that his first wife, in fact, divorced him because he could not consummate the marriage.

They had a huge ego and family pride if not anything else. Divorce that too citing any issue from his side as a reason was a big disgrace to them which had happened to him once. So I never raised the topic of children or to divorce him. Often I used to look at myself in the mirror.

My unused 38+ boobs were quite big and erect and looked much bigger as the stood on my lean waist. I was rather tall with long thighs, good color, and big eyes. My long hair was the envy of all. Overall every head used to turn when I went anywhere and I was proud of myself. What use was the pride when my body remained untouched?

After three years of our marriage, all of a sudden my husband started to take interest and talk about children. Often he would say how nice it would be to play with kids moving around in the house and such talks became frequent. I was wondering what he had in mind. Was he planning to adopt? I was not averse to adopting a child.

One evening he raised the issue of IVF from a donor. I was surprised, baffled and could not speak. Was it he who was speaking this? What may be the reason? Was he really interested in kids? I just could not understand. He went on to say that I can Google and find out which are the best place for IVF.

I was dumb stuck with his words. Next week he asked me if I had made any searches. I said in negative and he again told me that he is serious and want the kid to smile in the barren house. So I started to find out from Google. There were many. But the reviews also told to be cautious as many are frauds and there were chances of HIV and such stories.

So I thought to forget it and adopt a child. But it kept on coming in my mind to try for IVF as I can become a mother myself. Whenever I saw my heavy boobs in the mirror I was feeling them becoming tighter with the thought of my child suckling them. How good that feeling maybe?

Once I was scanning through Facebook posts which were one of my past times. In one of the Facebook page by ID ‘Sexy bhabhis & aunties’. I once saw a message from a reader in Indore. I read it with interest. He had asked any housewife wanting children can contact him for IVF. He had given his e-mail ID.

I thought about this man for a few days and then decided to send an email which was harmless. I introduced myself and asked about his procedure and the expense involved. By evening I got the reply. He wrote that he runs an IVF center to help women who desire to have their own child.

He has helped many women to get children and they are all very happy now. When I asked him to send his photo he declined and also told me not to send any of my photos. He told that he does so to ensure confidentiality from both sides. Neither he nor the woman who wants children should know or able to identify each other.

That looked strange but I somehow got interested. On further prodding, he told that he is helping women through IVF (His abbreviation of IVF was different which I came to know later and will tell later on) and further details only in person. I was in dilemma now. Is it genuine?

They may take advantage and blackmail me later, what if it doesn’t work. What if the donor semen is infected? All these thoughts were coming to my mind and were unable to take any decision. But the urge for the child was increasing day by day. After a couple of days, he sent few photos of kids, male and female whom he boasted were born with his IVF technique.

OMG, their kids were not just kids but looked like angels. So beautiful, very good complexion and looked very adorable. That ended all my dilemma and I decided to try it out. Anyway, I had the sanction of my husband to try any means. I asked him to mail me the details of where and how to meet the IVF Centre.

Within an hour I received a long reply. He clarified that he would keep the identity very discreet. For that, he explained that I and also donor will remain complete strangers. This would ensure that in public we will not be able to recognize or even tell the child some years later about the biological father.

That was an excellent idea. His one more condition was that first, their doctors will examine me. Also, the donors may be different on my different visits. That will also protect the identity of the donor. Having somewhat convinced with his mail I decided to check it out.

Next day I searched his place which was a resort on road to Mandav. Within a few minutes of my reaching the resort, a lady came and welcomed me. She also explained a few things and was then taken to another room where a gynecologist examined me. She was smiling. She said something to her assistant and also to some other person on phone.

Afterward, she asked a few details from me like age, year of marriage etc. My blood sample was taken. She then told that the days were not fertile. She asked me to meet on a few specific dates after knowing my last MC date saying that they need to do IVF on fertile days so that chances of success would be more. I returned and felt better on visiting them and seeing the facilities.

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