“What the hell,” Sally said. She reached into her purse to grab her phone. On it, she had an app she’d been using to track her menstrual cycle. The app had her cycle stored over the past two years and showed the days she was at risk of getting pregnant in red, with percentiles on certain days as likely ovulation days. “OK, based on my tracker, the Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, 4 weeks out are the most fertile days.” Her app actually showed her that the days had a 7%, 62%, and 29% chance to be the day of ovulation, respectively. The app always allowed some chance that her cycle was off, but she was pretty regular.
“So, which day works best for you?”
“Thursday?” Sally asked rather than answering. She wanted to drag this out a bit. Also, who knew, maybe Phil would step up this time.
“That works. I generally prefer the middle day, but this works. And if you go through with it, and don’t get fertilized, you could try again.”
“We’ll see, I’m not sure about one time,” Sally hedged.
“By the way, ma’am,” Carl added as he stood to see her out. “You are clearly a beautiful woman and could have just about anyone you wanted. If you’re considering this, I’m guessing you want to remain completely anonymous. If you come back next month, or anytime for that matter, I will do everything I can to keep your identity secret. No pictures, no last names, etc. I have your cell number, but promise I will even delete that after using it the one time.”
“Thanks.” Sally’s reply was almost a whisper. She wasn’t sure if she appreciated his efforts to protect her privacy or if it somehow made this feel more real.
With quick goodbyes Sally left the truck stop. As she pulled away, she wondered where this gloryhole was located. Maybe one of the back doors?
When she got home, Sally went directly to her bedroom and stripped. Her panties were a wet mess. Every thought of a stranger’s cock filling her with cum made her roil with desire. The thought that such a stranger’s creampie could get her pregnant made her squirm. Her hand drifted between her legs and massaged her clit as she thought about it.
She thought about how she should try to only have white guys cum inside her. She didn’t really care about race, and part of her liked the idea of having cum from every ethnic group inside her and letting chance decide. This thought made her increase pressure and speed, fingers slipping between her full labia. But no, she wanted to be able to pretend that the child was Phil’s.
Her wet pussy clenched her penetrating fingers as she thought of different cocks inside her, and the game of pregnancy roulette.
“Fuck me,” she was moaning to herself. “Fill me with all your baby batter. Mmm, yes, I want to feel it in me. Yes!” Sally came hard on her fingers. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had such an intense orgasm. It had probably been a couple years.
The next day, Phil returned from his latest business trip. Of course he arrived just in time to miss her fertile time this month. There was no way it was accident. Nevertheless, when he was home, he took Sally to their bedroom and started to undress her. He kissed her neck, sending electricity down her spine, and caressed her nipples making them hard little buttons. Sally rewarded the affectionate behavior by dropping to her knees and releasing his cock. At 6 inches, he was just average, but Sally had always enjoyed his size. He was big enough to please her, and she could almost, but not quite get him down her throat.