Wife Breeding World Championships

This story doesn't describe any sex itself. It's really a very short introduction to a premise that some people might find interesting. If wife breeding became a competitive thing, how would or should it be scored? And how would they go about recruiting couples who want to volunteer?

This is one approach. There might be others and I'd love to read other writers' takes on this concept--if they want to run with it.

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"Mrs Winters, what can I do for you?"

Janice Winters was very happy with her GP. Dr Begum was her own age, treated her with friendly respect, and made herself available to patients. Finding a GP accepting new patients was hard enough. Finding a GP who would see you in person and genuinely listen to you was like finding a four leaf clover.

And, she was very happy to have a woman as a GP. Dudley, her husband, didn't care. But Janice would have felt uncomfortable showing her most intimate areas to a male doctor. Janice knew that her preference was odd, especially because of the reason for her visit.

"I need my IUD removed."

"Oh, are you and Dudley planning to start a family?" Dr Begum smiled.

"Sort of." The hesitancy in Janice's voice was very clear.

"You don't need to be embarrassed, Mrs Winters. We all have bodies. And doctors know why women want to take advantage of birth control and why they--we--choose to stop it."

"It's not that we don't want to start a family. We do. It's just that Dudley will be limited to a supporting role."

Dr Begum looked confused.

"You see, London is hosting the Wife Breeding World Championships at the moment. As host nation, we are providing the wives to be bred. And Dudley and I volunteered. I'm scheduled for the semi-finals the week after next, which is when I'll be fertile."

"Wife Breeding World Championships? I don't think I know that one."

"It's not on TV. It's streaming from their own site. It's all legit. There's a governing body based in Switzerland and everything."

"So how does it work?"

"Long and short, the host nation provides the wives who've volunteered. They must be STI free and fertile. The competing nations each have two champions and they get scored on three criteria. First, they must make the wives they swive orgasm. Failing to elicit orgasm is an automatic disqualification. Second, their performance is scored by a jury. And finally, they need pregnancies as it is a wife breeding championship after all."

"So, you're volunteering to have sex with another man and carry his baby?"

"Exactly. I've been assigned to the competition between Juma of Tanzania and Phiri of Botswana. They both did very well in earlier rounds, so I'm really looking forward to it."

"What do you mean by competition?"

"Which of them gets me pregnant, of course. I'm very unlikely to conceive twins fathered by both of them. In fact, heteropaternal twins are unknown in the history of the competition, although that's only seven years. Still that's over 170 babies conceived by some of the most fertile men in their countries."

Dr Begum had started to look flushed but confused. Clearly, the idea of having sex with two of the world's most skilled and fertile lovers while her husband watched was arousing her. At the same time, she was confused by the whole concept.

"And your husband really does know?"

"Of course he knows!" Janice was almost outraged at the thought that she'd deceive her husband about her participation in the competition. "He's just as keen on it as me."

"Even though the goal is to get you pregnant? To get you pregnant with the baby of a man from a country far, far away?"

"He is incredibly proud. He's been telling all his friends down the pub and the other tube drivers about it."

At this point, Dr Begum was starting to wonder is her husband, Ferenc, would like to see her orgasm on a world champion's cock. Would he proudly tell his friends that they should buy a subscription to see her impregnated by one of the world's greatest breeders?

"And you? You're happy with this?"

"Of course. We've both been watching it for three years now -- including the archives from previous contests -- and we both agreed it was perfect for us. I'm sure my boss will be very happy for me to take some maternity leave because there's a junior lawyer who needs some more experience."

"And have you been telling your colleagues that you'll be one of the wives being bred?"

"Oh yes. They are so jealous that Dudley and I were accepted. Julie, my PA, also applied but her husband isn't a good speaker and the interview is a key part of it. The audience wants to see the husband's happiness at the wife's orgasms with other men and his social interaction with them before and after. Shaking hands or hugging the breeders is so important! Larry's a decent chap but very socially awkward. It wouldn't be good TV, even though he'd be genuinely delighted to see Julie bred by some of the world's best bulls."

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Removing a copper IUD is quick and simple. So Dr Begum was finished almost before she began.

Janice stepped back into the wide legged trousers she favoured in the spring as Dr Begum clicked boxes with a mouse and typed in others. The extraction had been fast, simple, and painless. Dr Begum was now focusing on the paperwork. Despite two context switches, Janice could tell that Dr Begum was still aroused about volunteering for internationally streamed breeding.

"Look, I can't tell you what I'm volunteering for and not give you the details. That would be unfair."

She took out a leaflet and wrote on it in the top right corner.

"This is a code that will let you watch my streams live or recorded when they go out the week after next. I think there's also a subscription discount. And this leaflet has details about the national championship. It's only the winners of the national qualifying round who get to compete in the world championship. They always need volunteers, so if you and your husband are interested..."

Dr Begum took the leaflet and noticed that the national championship was taking place in Belfast in August. She'd always wanted to visit Northern Ireland and maybe she wouldn't have to talk very fast to get Ferenc interested."

She put the leaflet into the inner compartment in her handbag. She'd chat with Ferenc over dinner. After all, she was 26, just like Janice Winters, and she wasn't getting any younger. Maybe August was a good time to start a family?